i think i'm officially in need of getting out of the house, as i'm experiencing something between synesthesia and second-hand meth psychosis, which is roughly described as hearing the various appliances make harmonic music with each other. it's quite odd, but strangely compelling in a post-eno manner.

post-eno.

i've spent most of my life denying i'm going crazy.

this time, however, the suggestion may be grounded.