There is really something to, being in the dark by oneself surrounded by the soft-orange flickering light of candle flames, visceral sensations, and intangible intentions that nothing can really replace. Just feeling. Not much more that than. Watching the shadows play, the city lights hum, Tool's exquisite sounds like an ocean not unlike the one Ms. Nin wrote about in the excerpt below. Drowning, watching, listening, feeling, swooning. The first time I ever heard this album it immediately became one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. Salival indeed. Washed over.
If only I could stay here. I listen, and part of me dies inside so happily. And the whole world melts away.
*thank you husband, for giving me this album. the only time I'd heard it was somewhere online years ago, and then I never bought it cause it was like $200.
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