from_a_basement_on_the_hill raze trying to hear this now not as a series of sonic suicide notes, but as a pile of songs missing some of the connective tissue you meant to thread through them. no one would recommend your last living act as a point of entry. still. it's the precise place we first met in a meaningful way. it isn't an album i can listen to often. every time those final few piano chords slip into silence along with your swirling voice, it feels like something precious is being snuffed out. there was a lot of beauty threaded through the pain before the end came, though. wasn't there? 240708 what's it to you? who go blather from