REVIEWER: what is the song really about

THOM YORKE: the accumulating weight of artificiality, the hopeless struggle to maintain a facade, a--an illusion of perfection, in a world of inevitable decay and collapse, and how that weight and the slipping of the mask can become in turn the defining narrative of one's life, where--

REVIEWER: no i mean are the trees not actually plastic, like are the fake plastic vs. real actual plastic, or--

@joshmillard The district the song was written about is still kind of soul destroying in *exactly* those ways, just slightly glitzier about it these days.

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