An Autumn for Crippled Children
All Fell Silent, Everything Went Quiet

In media res. Out of nowhere, a loud blast, a bright crash, a wall of white sound. These compressed screams aren't bad, the music overpowers them, yet they're still audible. A madman drives with headlights off into the night, call them what you will...

Enveloping chaos of angelic sadness, the beauty is that you're still alive, never mind if it resembles death, actually it's better. Shoegaze? Black metal? Who knows, whatever it is, you feel like disappearing into it. Sounds for unnameable moods like when you used to listen to certain wave music as a kid.

An exhilarating sensation I hadn't experienced in a while and can't even explain. Concentric circles around an unspeakable truth while outside the cave a chasm opens, looking everything in the eye. And so from the music an outcry is born. And from the muck the flowers grow.