Something belongs here. In this moment between awake and asleep. When we reflect on the thoughts we could not permit ourselves to have while life was happening. But now they are the constructs of the world. This world we have imagined in this little place here, just before sleep.
This music reminds me of being 18, dropping acid, and listening to Enigma or Nine Inch Nails, depending on whether my mood was fantastical or self-deprecating.