fine dust clouds of exploded music

This song has a really strange effect on me. In a good way πŸ™‚

You float there, somewhere between pleasure and fear
In a piece of time you can’t determine
You’re everywhere but in the present
Hey you disappear further and further
Into these incalculable rooms
And your personality fades away
Your features evaporate, your body decomposes
And your last thought is that you have become a noise

(Nowhere/Catastrophe by Ulver)

photo by dan b

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