I walk on tiptoe around this release so as not to disturb its peace. I drink down my own silence and let it fill each thought. Everything feels different to “Contrail”, so I look up into the sky. A song for rising the little shades on large airplanes, one at a time, as eyes blink awake. “ノァ’(ウ)ンレムの景” is something in suspense; it has never settled. “水彩の都市 ” could also be called a cloud, which is a word that means “an excuse to make something beautiful.” “Methode der Traum” turns like a triangle in space, so much so that it becomes an oval. A refuge outside of the main plot; a letter from a child of the future.
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