the big ship

Brian Eno came to me at the nadir of one of my darkest times.  Something precious had cracked and broken in my hands, and all inside was rot and darkness.  I put this on, my breathing slowed, and every night I somehow fell asleep.  To this day it always makes me feel better.  Like everything is only and exactly how it ever could have been.  Like this, just this, is enough.

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