a very booklust daft punk review

Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories makes me simultaneously nostalgic for a past I’ve never breathed in and a future I’ve never seen. Consequently, when listening to it, I feel purely, simply, and blissfully present, suspended between these two equally true, equally seductive, and equally elusive aesthetics. In the modern era, we do not only draw from our own memory; we draw from the collective memory of humanity. The internet and modern technology pools our experiences with our families, our friends, and all of those throughout the world. Our memories transcend space, but they also transcend time, giving us virtually unlimited access to archived memories of the past, which we adopt into our own individual consciousness, not as two-dimensional textbook stuffs, but as a part of our own prismatic reality. Our timelines are being lengthened. The modern era is connecting the dots. History will no longer be oversimplified. It will no longer be measured by wars and destruction. Every thought you share is adding to the human memory bank. Daft Punk is reminding us how machines are making us more human than we ever were. And ultimately, before you strive to grasp onto yet another night of seemingly elusive sleep, look to the stars and remember this: in the end, we’re all but mere stardust beings, suspended between where we were and where we’re headed. So we might as well dance.