Listening to: Laufey — Questions for the Universe
I did not really understand the whole lyrics when I first listened to this song. Maybe that was exactly why I caught its atmosphere before its meaning. But perhaps I understood a little: Laufey seems to be expressing doubt and confusion about love, life, and herself.
The uncertainty of love is described like a curse, then ends with the question of whether she will ever truly fall in love, or keep searching for something that never feels finished.
The questions about sleeping too much, time, and planting flowers on a dying earth seem to suggest a confusion about purpose, and also about one’s place within the universe.
I also plant species with beautiful flowers in my yard. But I never really asked why. I just did it.
If I were the one asking the universe now, maybe my question would no longer be why I plant flowers. My question: why are Laufey and I able to ask questions at all?
When I reduce life to merely preserving itself for as long as possible, another question appears: if that is all there is, why is questioning necessary?
Do butterflies ever ask why they dance in the air before reproducing, or why they fly toward certain flowers?
These are my questions for the universe.