I know I'm way too late, but this song has a very special place in my heart.

Maybe the fact I'm late makes this moment more special. Like the only man left admiring a statue in an abandoned city. Forgetting is always mentally dehydrating, memories always liquid. Like they can move anywhere at anytime, like they are refreshing and soft, but always able to slip through your fingers when you try your hardest to grab them tightly.

The song isn't the least bit imposing. It is musical and demolike. It is understimulating and sweet, but it leaves no taste in your mouth. It goes like it comes. It barely happens. It's important. It ends instantly. It's esoteric. It's charming. The ending is appropriate. Every part is somehow appropriate. We're forever blinded by what we think, and our blindness makes us blind to our thoughts, thoughts we have to hide and disfigure such that they are appropriate thoughts in the thoughts of others. Content and progression. Content. Serendipitous. As anything only could be. As the foundations under the sleeping city were. As the purplest prose in the Akkadic records. As the mobile above Lilith's child. Waters separated sweet and salty, setting in the East.

Thank you, CRSNT.