It’s an odd piece. Peaceful in a resigned, surreal, pacing, aimless, quiet discordant sorta way. Never goes high or low or loud or soft or changes tempo.
It makes me picture you as being very methodical, reliable; emotionally disconnected and yet longing for something but you don’t know what? Or maybe that’s me projecting myself!? WTH?
Maybe I need to watch the Sopranos episode you cited. I love the photo of the door. The running man doesn’t seem to fit here, though, which kinda goes with that creepy, mysterious quality of the piece.
Or I’m an imbecilic schmuck overthinking, as per usual.
G’night Van.
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It’s an odd piece. Peaceful in a resigned, surreal, pacing, aimless, quiet discordant sorta way. Never goes high or low or loud or soft or changes tempo.
It makes me picture you as being very methodical, reliable; emotionally disconnected and yet longing for something but you don’t know what? Or maybe that’s me projecting myself!? WTH?
Maybe I need to watch the Sopranos episode you cited. I love the photo of the door. The running man doesn’t seem to fit here, though, which kinda goes with that creepy, mysterious quality of the piece.
Or I’m an imbecilic schmuck overthinking, as per usual.
G’night Van.