Naptime

I'm not usually the napping kind. My clock doesn't work that way. But there are times when I just can't muster the synaptic quorum to keep the lights on. And I submit. The trouble with the afternoon power-down is the disorientation that follows and then moves to sabotage what's left of the waking day. Dizziness mixed with mania, stuck in a kind of mental hurry-up-and-wait. No fun, but sometimes necessary. Of course, if naptime could just feel like this tune, I'd have no complaints at all.

Robert Fripp & Brian Eno - Evening Star

The sound of aftermath

There are long, weird nights that produce sharp cringes when you wake up. And then there are those unfortunate mornings that mock the conscious mind's attempt to impose a narrative onto the subconscious. Here's some music for surveying the landscape and not knowing how to step into it.

Daniela Casa - Noia