2023-06-07 #1

This week I paused my exploration of millennium parade and started listening to all the mili songs I could find, expanding from specific points to a broader scope.
I call it cyberpunk witch musical.

Mili’s songs wonderfully accommodate overflowing imagination. Momocashew uses her naturally agile voice to interpret these poetic, insane, and inexplicable lyrics.

It feels like from these fragments, you can glimpse lost, displaced, romantic, and manic worlds. The emotionally charged performance casts a veil over these worlds and their unique, bizarre objective laws, making them even more hazy.

Or perhaps what you glimpse is still that part of human emotion in the present world that is most intoxicated, obsessed, and utterly transcendent—toxication:
“i love you”
“kiss me”
These overtly emotional sentences are assembled upon seemingly inhuman constructs and existences.

Reality, seasoned with a dash of interesting yet toxic spices, makes up mili’s intoxicating witch’s brew.

It’s like:

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call’d him soft name in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain,
To thy high requiem
Become a sod.

“In thy high requiem, I become a clod.”

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