Entre tanta basura pop a veces ponen a Keane y es como un descanso para mis tímpanos
Porcupine Tree & Yoko Ono… wait what?
"and the subsequent catastrophe has since haunted me like a fiberglass ghost in the attic my inconveniently selective memory as provisionally ‘You’ mercifully withdrew all the bearing points we thought we knew day’s run day’s set plot our compass shot we sailed waywardly on singing our midnight archer songs until well past dawn it’s still dark on the deck of our boats haphazardly blown broken bows our aimless arrow-words don’t mean a thing so by now I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s no God and there’s definitely a God
I dreamt of the rocks on the Asbury dunes, and that you jumped from the top of the Log Flume, and they gather like wolves on the boardwalk below and they’re howling for answers no wolf can know - I charged at the waves with a glass in my hand, and was tossed like a ball at the bottle stand & landed beside your remains on the stones where your cold fingers wrapped round my ankle bone while maybe ten feet away was a star thousands of times the size of our sun exploding like tiny balloons you’d throw darts at"
I want to talk to you but I don’t know how… mainly because you’re a fictional character from a movie, series, or anime.