Continuing a week of mental haze, I recall an old dream. It involved walking slowly through an airplane hangar with clowns very very slowly waiving Queen Elizabeth-style style left and right as the planes lazily took off. It wasn't clear if they were humans dressed as clowns or animatronic robots. I'm not sure if it was an anxiety dream or a reflection of strange, yet complete contentment, but this song was surely playing on repeat.Future World Orchestra - Airborne
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