One listen.

Went in, did it, got out. Bit loose, bit uncertain, but I think I did well here.

The Goslings’ “Windowpane” is from Grandeur of Hair. Heads up: if you decide to listen to it, it’s an intense listen.

I hope you enjoy.

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A sheet of noise blankets like rain. It rises and falls, or maybe thickens and thins. Other sounds come in; one hums low, another strums away. A new hum comes in. Everything continues on, and there’s a peace to it, but there’s also a foreboding intensity.

Everything feels off. Peaceful, but violent. Overwhelming, destructive. It feels like the power of inevitability, but it also feels so mundane. And the sounds continue on, and the noise picks up, and things fade away but the noise remains.

The noise continues on forever, and maybe there’s traffic somewhere in the distance, and maybe a chair rocking, but it could be anything. It could be everything compressed and crushed into a moment, and it could be completely empty.

Eventually, however, what lingers suddenly stops and the song ends.