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What matters is the tickle of the asphalt under the fingertips, the color of the horizon, the aching face, this foul air that ever so slowly poisons the lungs, the slow rhythm of a heartbeat. In the end, it is only silent, solitary, post-rock...
What matters is the tickle of the asphalt under the fingertips, the color of the horizon, the aching face, this foul air that ever so slowly poisons the lungs, the slow rhythm of a heartbeat.
In the end, it is only silent, solitary, post-rock...
Explore Jakob's Dominion for a powerful post-rock experience that takes you deep into solitude and reflection.
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