TRACK COVER SHOT/EDITED ORIGINALLY
the man stands naked and cold, aching, hungry, melting at the top of the ladder. His hair is long and he hasn’t washed it in weeks, but it’s not like he has a choice. His skinny structure bends at the knees and he wraps his shaking arms around his shins. He’s dying, he has come this far and he is dying now. black stands at the bottom of his ladder and he knows he cannot wait forever. the ring of piano keys float from below him and enshroud him like a cloud on a mountain. he breathes it in and he feels the vibrations in his stomach like he always does when he hears those sounds. his eyes flicker and shut but he doesn’t fight. he doesn’t fight, he doesn’t fight, he doesn’t fight. his muscles relax and the notes sing gently into his heart but it’s not his heart anymore. it’s a body’s heart.