October 2009
1 post
Dying With Decent Music
A strained, male voice works it’s way through a rambling fear. Jumping between extra-dimensional beings, area 51, and global disasters, this is not so much any sort of coherent speech, but a checklist. This man is weeping his way through his many fears. Beneath this sits a low rumble. An ominous string quartet, sawing in short, measured strokes. Slowly chipping away at sanity. Then, a piano...