Ode to Music Has the Right to Children

The uncanniness of memory,
a dreamy sensation of suspension from time.

The subtractive way of the wildlife sanctuaries seeped into the brain,​
to decipher the half-buried fragments of speech.

We are in some sense already in the future,
like the ancient astronauts that we are.

Bodies of renegade knowledge and independent research.
The boundary between reason and superstition.​

“If there's sadness in the way we use memory, it's because the time you're focusing on has gone forever… It's a theme we play on a lot, that bittersweet thing where you face up to the fact that certain chapters of your life are just Polaroids now.”

B.O.C.