Receiving a flu vaccination is akin to intentionally getting jumped in an alley. Given my fragile constitution, I can count on being laid up between three to twelve hours after being dosed. It’s a drag, but it beats the alternative.
I rushed home after getting jabbed at Walmart yesterday. Before crawling into bed, I hit play on Reconnaissance, a posthumous release of works by Kaija Saariaho. I don’t know how I came to add Reconnaissance to my queue, but the June release perfectly matched my self-inflicted affliction.
Head-spinning tracks like "Tag des Jahrs: III. Der Herbst" performed by the Helsinki Chamber Choir made me unable to distinguish between the recording and room ambiance in my delirium. Having since recovered, I’m still not sure what to think of these hallucinatory sounds.