A Constant State Of Loss

by sweet talk

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about

“We went out for some pizza, talking amiably about nothing in particular. It was kind of weird and unsatisfying, like peering at someone through a keyhole instead of looking at them face-to-face-- you do get to check them out and maybe shout a few obligatory remarks about how you're doing fine through the crack underneath the door, but somehow it all feels lonely and makes you all the more aware of the fact that you're in a room by yourself when all is said and done. It was that way this afternoon...

....and it tends to be that way these days, which in my moments of most extreme lucidity I conjecture may be contributing to that debilitating sense of dread that's burrowed itself into the back of my head- you know the one I'm talking about? It's like that feeling you get when you've had a car wreck or a relative die on some really horrible night, and after all the trauma you finally get to sleep, only to wake up after a dreamless night to the sunlight pouring in to your window and the sound of sparrows twirbling in the arrival of a new day. "Ah, what a nice morning, so peaceful and full of promise," you think contentedly. "Wait, though. Wasn't there something really crappy I had to contend with....? There's something in the back of my mind, just sort of sub-consciously making me uneasy. Hmmm..." And then the next moment it all floods back, and you realize just how much this day and all days hereafter will blow. It's that moment of vague uneasiness I'm talking about, that second or two of consciousness before all the trauma of your life punches in for its day-shift, when the office is still uncluttered. I live within that second or two, it stretches out indefinitely, I've taken up permanent residence, I've applied for citizenship and I'm learning the national anthem by heart so I can lead the crowd at baseball games.”

- Al Burian, “Burn Collector 4”

credits

released 25 October 2014

Bass on "Grey Sea" performed by Harrison Hickok. "Grey Sea" originally by Gumbi.

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Track Name: Sublime's First Album on Vinyl
Summer continues to eat me alive. It's only Feburary and it feels like I'm dying. Nothing works. It's not just you. Fuck the sun and everything wrought under it.
Track Name: Stewing; Or The Holes You've Dug For Yourself and How to Stay in Them
You're my best friend and I treat you like shit. I don't know how to listen. This feels like shit. I don't know how to fix this, it's all my fault. I feel like shit. I don't know how to fix this. It's all my fault I feel like shit.
Track Name: Dark Shit
Sit in silence, pray for words. Search for something to say in the floor. Sit in silence, pray for words. Search for something to say in your hands. Pull away, find nothing.
Track Name: Tight-Lipped; Or I Couldn't Possibly Fathom That Someone Nice to Me Could Hurt Someone Else
All these secrets: they don't want to hear about it. I don't want to talk about it. I guess I'll just stay in. I shouldn't have to explain this to anyone.
Track Name: Grey Sea
I'm alright. I just want to lay down at your lap. It's always small talk. I'm laying it all out. A sea of grey. It's just me and my best friend. It's taken everything. It's taking everything.