this is a feeling in your bones that swallows you whole. too weak to be feeling. eyes closed but you still see everything. try holding your breath before you hit the water surface, try warming your left hand by holding your right hand. watch a film or listen to a piece of music, tell them it's just the partial take, just the breakdown. there's perfume in the air, but there's no way to describe the smell. there are stories told with no real purpose, no real message. just stories told, stories to tell.
title reference: 4'33 by john cage
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