Played this in a dark room at three in the morning.
So beautiful, so fragile and haunting. The dusty melody of a dying record player, the crumbling imitation of perfection. Knowing your body isn't yours and fighting it and bleeding out of it. The feeling of being so small and helpless and drifting through days in a blur. Your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lay awake drenched in sweat.
It's all so familiar.