I am conveying an existential loneliness.
you, lose yourself and further self-conversation is to take place no more.
deep, this pit, specific its blackness.
tight, dry, soundless, colourless and odourless.
Perfect sterility.
I wish for no one to feel so alien to their own self.
you get poisoned from hyperoxygenation and suffocate in this vacuum.
at least I was honest with my sentimental maelstroms.
not that it helped.
behold, a sample of this fiasco.
Dimitris [ @fred_afraid ], with his sound design, thawed out this build, which otherwise was never to be seen.
he’s a dear friend, ever since.