There is a part of this world - that most of us see everyday - that simply is. It just sits there and exists. It's over in the corner or under the bed. Some have even been foolish enough to sweep it under the rug. That is why when I come to a home for the first time I flip all their rugs over and lick the dust. Then, I spit out these fragments...
I don’t know about my dreams, I don’t know about my dreaming anymore, all that I know is I’m falling, falling, falling.
— James Blake from “The Wilhelm Scream”
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