Look, it grows dark! The positive peace of everything fills me with rage, with something that is the bitter aftertaste of the air I breathe. My soul aches... In the distance a slow ribbon of smoke rises and disperses... A restless tedium blocks all further thoughts of you...
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Thirty minutes of wonderfully discordant, ghostlike dark ambient for your Sunday morning. Just what the soul needs as we inch ever so close to All Hallows Eve.
Enjoy.
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