Pharrell is quietly and consistently living out Kanye’s career aspirations. Fashion, music, curating, Pharrell effortlessly does them all. Pharrell does everything Kanye says they will not allow him to do. Pharrell lets his art speak. No antics, great art and a savvy business strategy.
He leaned on the concrete edge and tilted his chin up. All across there were rows and rows of clouds stacked on top and next to one another and he could see small pillars of light raining down through the clouds for behind them stood the old crimson sun, low and mighty and burning and the belly of the clouds were streaked with hints of orange and they were soft and rosy and everything was nice and surreal like a freshly cast dream which was still crisp and vivid in the morning haze before it had been washed away by the gradual sharpening of the senses.
It was midnight when his phone rang.
Outside it was cold and wet. Pritchard took out his lighter and lit his cigarette. He took a long puff and he rubbed the back of his head. He took another and he picked up his phone.
“I know it’s late but I know you’re usually busy - you know - before midnight.”
He heard her chuckle.
Through his phone and over hundreds of miles of land: valleys, mountains, plains, meadows, and forests, through highways, dirty pavements and concrete jungles, he saw her smile.
God, how long has it been, he thought, since he heard her like that. He had always thought of her, of the touch of her fingers round his chest, those pursed lips, the milky feel of her skin, her throat – oh god her throat – and that scent of hers which still lingers in the sheets and blankets from that hill from many, many moons ago – but it was all away from a distance for he still had her in his grasp or at least some part; a taste of her, remnants, still raw on his lips – but now it was different and everything that was was no more for it was nothing and incomparable to her, who was here and alive and real in front of him.
oh my lord
it is finished
the bell rings for thee
and I strike thee again and again
sweet sweet slumber
bury me deep into your bosom
hermit mode: transformation complete