Prince is talking to YOU. It is you and Prince. You are having a conversation. It’s incredibly intimate and you feel truly alive and truly present and truly in your body. You feel very yourself and very grounded despite the fact that you and Prince are having this conversation in the eye of a temporal mega-storm at the nexus of infinite timestreams. And Prince is telling you:
He is all things, yet entirely his own thing.
He is all things, but there’s nothing like him.
And he would wink out of existence — and then be nowhere, and yet somehow everywhere, still — and he would do it just for YOU.
The whole business is pretty fucking Prince.
I saw Prince two and a half weeks ago at the Roseland in Downtown Portland, and never quite figured out how I would communicate the full breadth and depth and lightness of my experience via various social media documentation tools. (Purple limo. Purple-painted venue. Be-Princed patrons. No. I can’t even start.)
But luckily, DC Pierson just wrote THIS FUCKING THING—about Prince and the Internet and time and technology and projections of self and mindfulness and all things simultaneously mind-numbing and beautifully life-affirming—and it’s sort of the best. You should totally read it.