We start out stuck. Asleep.
“22 (OVER S∞∞N)” wakes us gradually, whispering to us about mortality and the heartbreaking beauty of life lived in ever-fleeting moments. It assures us with an almost morbid comfort that, hey, if nothing else, this time of strife might be over soon, one way or another. But make the mistake of looking down and you’ll see plenty of dark space still to be fallen through. As sad as things feel right now, this is all still too calmly gorgeous to be the bottom of any real barrel.
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