On loop as Democracy falls. Stand by, I guess.
I get these weird phantom smells when I remember something, sometimes. Or a specific kind of thought hits. Not sure if itās olfactory hallucination or synesthesia. Or an unacknowledged mass. I donāt have a great explanation for why the reverse-autobiographical ghost redolence.
To that end, this song, mixing with that CD emoji up top, as I picked it, this one smells like Sharpie marker, and old light from the sun.
Truth is, that all light from the sun is old, but I guess thereās something uncomfortably cosmological about this kind of nostalgia, and sea, or climate change.