One more rarely than not warm night, a couple of weeks ago, I was standing (and pushing back) in the middle of a crowd singing along to the Pixies’ song “Where is my mind” (for those who need facts more than figures of speech, I was at Primavera Sound, in Barcelona, watching a Pixies concert).
But that’s not the truth exactly. It’s not the location of my mind that worries me. It’s something else I seem to have lost. So I ask: “where is my libido”?
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