Beginning your mornings with Lana del Rey's haunting Ultraviolence is decidedly a bad idea. Mostly because the first seven songs are designed to make you think that you're high and minutely because waves of depression, anxiety, nostalgia and pain for breakfast will never be healthy. Yet here you are, consuming the tunes like coffee, permeating your universe.
Contemplation draws you to the conclusion that you like solitary activities and its varying nuances. You like talking to yourself and exploring the choreography of the different layers of galaxies buried inside you. And you like dancing with yourself - that slow rhythmic head banging as the guitars on West Coast string the remaining hours of morning away.