It's the music that we choose

Bjork, "Bachelorette"

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I actually don't really enjoy Bjork, but the "metafiction-for-dummies" formula employed here is just irresistible. Nothing like that infinite regression paradox--yum! It's the "Tlon, Uqbar, and Orbius Tertius" of music videos. Well, not quite, but the whole chicken-or-the-egg question as applied to relation of text and reality is at the heart of the drama here. Does the book write life or vice versa? There's also a kind of interesting twist on standard fairy tale tropes: it's once she breaks with preordained destiny in the form of "and they lived happily ever after" that all these nested realities begin to implode. And in the form of aggresively encroaching vegetation, which suggests a fall back down the evolutionary ladder into primordial matter.