It feels like you are waging your own life in order to phase into a slowly encroaching twilight. The infinitely gentle silence of space suspends your memories and then floats them past your head like the endless procession of street lights that loom above when you drive on an empty freeway at night. Once you are inside you let the embrace of this netherworld envelop you like some sort of astral sensory deprivation chamber.
This wonderfully dreadful heart wrenching gravity that plummets to the pit of your stomach is what I keep chasing after. The sort of vast grandeur that lets a man advance undeterred like some sort of dreadnought. I am fortunate enough to capture it from time to time in the music I listen to.
Because real art brings people to their knees.
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