An Aural Interlude

Another one of my favorite songs from Steven Wilson/Porcupine Tree. Coming soon to an art journal page near you. I think. The last stanza of the song speaks to me on a molecular level, but putting that into something visual … well, I don’t know if I can pull it off.

When I’m drowning you drag me up to you
Rings in the water my only residue
But you’re just fiction, and I’m a twisted boy

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