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This but More

A slightly haunted presence, a little bit unnerving in a way that feels delicate enough when compared to how a tree might perceive the movements of humans. Here I was, there I am. The track Wake hits especially well, layers of sustained air held in place. The way the rhythm hits at 1:13. Pain inside, phasing me, weighing me down, laying me down. White noise, feeling of sand on bare feet against tile floor.