Dr Ciaran and the Space Sickness

I went to see my doctor. Dr Ciaran.

He is a bad doctor. Whatever is wrong with me, even if it's nothing, he prescribes Muse videos.

I hear it's the same for all his patients.

Watching them, I got a weird sense of deja vu. I realised it wasn't that they sounded like Queen or ELP, it was something more profound than just the style; there was some deep spiritual affinity I couldn't place.

Muse were trying to realise a vision, and with every video I watched, I got closer to working out what it was. I felt that I was recognising some common experience or history with Muse, and I wondered if this was what Dr Ciaran had foreseen, if there was some suppressed memory hidden in the music he wanted me to discover.

Then one evening as I watched Muse's symphony, Exogenesis, it clicked:



Well done, Dr Ciaran, well done.