I re-read this comment I made while replying to The Last Snorlax on another post, and suddenly realized how much sense it made. And just like that, Sala Samobójców (aka. Suicide Room, 2011) came to mind, not sure why. Can you help me reason this? I mean the lyrics and theme don’t really match my below thought, yet somehow… it jives.
It’s like a constant period of hibernation for me sometimes… You sleep and while you do, you can actually “feel” how good it is. Then waking up. Functioning. Eating. Transportation. It all feels secondary. Like a dream of reality while the real you waits to […]