I visited an abandon summercamp known as Camp Algonquin. I broke into a few of the old buildings and broke lightbulbs and window panes, and a door swung open as if the kids who had died there wanted me gone. Very inspiring.
I suppose this is the most appropriate space to write about this perception of mine. I believe that once a person dies, as a soul they know everything. Everything that's ever happened, that you've ever done and thought, that everyone else in the world has ever done or thought too. This is troubling for all of us with dark secrets. However I comfort myself by believing that these souls are also too enlightened to care what us mortals have done or thought. I somehow created this idea, and have never been able to shake it off.
lyrics
When you're a theif like me, you piss off alot of ghosts, better run away fast, before they follow you home, and you burn the baseball bat, you broke their windows with. Ashes find their way back, or you get scared to shit. I struggle mother and father, oh you taught me wrong about so many things. Not everything is threatening, the world's not trying to eat me. My imagination stabs me with visions of betrayal, like she's planning out heartbreaking schemes, I know this is not real. I pissed off a ghosts, on top of this x4
I have a huge appreciation for texture, and sonic texture. This record's lo-fi is something so well felt, it's brilliant. I can't get over the one chord structured song, "How I spent my Summer." Heccra
