It’s as non–descriptive, non–existent as it gets. Numbing numbness, burning the sun. Something. The world is crumbling. We’re on our own. Or are we?

Crumb

I can’t “genre-fy” this, let alone describe it. It’s all confusion. As for the song, I wrote it after a rather ambivalent than bad breakup, but ambivalent is the worst, right? Right. I was homeless after the relationship which was never called that. I could crash at a friend’s home and I just tried to have a voice. To hear myself. To feel myself more and less. So yeah, breakups. I’m sure you know them.

No Cigarettes After Ex

I like daydreaming and things that don’t exist.

Fallust