When you look at your reflection, do you see the person you’ve become, or does your heart race to chase the person you once were? What do you reflect on, when you face your reflection?
Singularity marks a dramatic irreversible change, abundance in an infinite amount where it could be set equivalent to utter lack of everything. Scientifically, it could be a hypothetical moment in artificial intelligence or an ideal explanation for the black hole. Mathematically, it could be the sudden change in a trajectory where the relationship with the root alters graphically. But to me, through these lyrics, the same narrative is delivered differently. Except for the sudden change in relationship is with oneself. The mind’s eye pictures the black hole to be a stage in life, that it tends to define as perpetual from the moment we acknowledge it. And the abundance or complete lack that we question repetitively is of ourselves… Am I enough? Or what do I do to be…
On the brink of a lifetime of moments to walk ahead, one is left to question the distance they have covered. Have I come far from who I was? Or have I made it somewhere better? Have I gained myself what I came for? Or have I lost myself to it all? Or could it be that I experienced both simultaneously? Earned everything I desired and yet lost myself to it… Among all the looks that I changed, was I only flipping through masks…shells that make me wonder who I am below each?
Love for anything is an interesting emotion, sometimes it is nothing but a mirage. Yet we chase it assuming in the desert that life can seem to be, maybe that is what will make us feel less deserted. Whether it is infatuation for something or someone, it can cause us to go to great lengths. But at some point in life, we are left to question the very same lengths. The sense of detachment with ourselves and with what we came for can both haunt us like the phantom pain that creeps under the skin. No amount of slumber can numb it enough. No act of intentional ignorance can lead us on further. All till we are ready to face the reality, the part of ourselves we buried ages ago…covered in layers of thick ice from our own coldness. But spring is bound to come, and the ice shall melt away. The question is would the flowers bloom to make it all better? Or would the sheet of ice only melt away like the sheath of blades we’d rather keep covered? So we reach out to seal away our mouth, hoping that could put an end to the battle we are to fight with the voices in our head.
Singularity mirrors the visual concept of that awakening call. But with a sound so piercing that when it penetrates your mind you are left to question: do I want to be woken up or fall into eternal sleep? Even when one attempts to cut it off, it only hurts more because the voice calling for them is their own. And all you are left with is several questions. Were all the choices I made worth it? Was it right for me to shut myself away? Why does it hurt so much to think of this now? Am I in pain because I’m digging my fingers deep in old wounds? Or because I never healed and it is time to try? So do I move ahead to move on? Or retrace my steps to where I lost myself? Have I lost myself long before in the search of new avenues? Or am I losing myself this very instant, letting thoughts consume and confuse me?
Singularity leaves the listener with a web of infinite questions and lies to unearth. Where one leads on will be another dramatic change like the moment of realization that preceded. Before the black hole engulfs us whole, it is time for us to face everything we refused to look in the eye, even ourselves.
This analytical piece is a subjective interpretation of the actual work (bound to have a one-dimensional perspective) and claims to reflect nothing directly or indirectly mentioned in the original lyrics.
Credits to @doolsetbangtan for lyric translations, for this and all previous posts too. My bad, I should have included this before and will from now on.
