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Eroded //// Auditory nostalgia. Dense with themes of decay in the digital era. The music reflects this with big riffs drenched in reverb and fuzz.

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photographer: Sebastian Seagull

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Watching everything erode around you, in a fugue like state.

Photographer: Sebastian Seagull

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[anna--ahha]

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[iam-not-really-here]

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[rosieandthemoon]

Quinta da Regaleira in Sintra, Portugal

[infear-of-rot]

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It comes in waves Everything is floating All of me eroded Been ate away

Tongue tied disinterest All this sullen longing Drowning in it often Did i imagine it

It grows out my head Flora and the fauna Branching out and scrawling Sloughing off my skin

Loose exhausted means Drag my head in tandem With the tires gaining traction Ground into pavement

All the way

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Sullen, by Manic Pixie Dream Boy

from the album KOMOREBI

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I can’t wait until tomorrow I'm off my head, of mind to die for We always said we’d have today Sunk my teeth in beds we lay

Wrought with indecision I’ve been dragging until tomorrow All this happenstance vindication I’ve been dying until tomorrow All this guilttrip shit I put myself through I’m holding on till tomorrow

Autumn car ride in the morning In the passenger seat in the frigid air Eying the window flicking a cigarette I smell the Scent of it caught in your hair Guided by dashboards, the lines of the road Hold the feelings we can’t place Wish i could say more, the weight of the feeling Has had me displaced Eyes on the compass hands turn the wheel Like a puppet on strings lights fly by in the night till their trails start to streak as they trace into beams

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Into the night

This open air

So harsh So cold So clean

I can't seem to remember

Anything but the taste of saltwaters breeze

Burn into the night

A weak single flame

Drown into the sea

A drop in the waters

I've been here before but

I cant seem to remember

Into the night

Wet frigid air

The road grew into thin fingers

Coiling at the undergrowth

As the asphalt ate the flora

Frozen still, in their glass gaskets

In the absolute silence

Alone in the darkness

How will I escape without my eyes