and the silver twig of a thermometer
+.. 80’s Goth Synth-Pop +.. +.. spun from tape loops Lézire by CRUSH OF SOULS + Photon by Takayuki Shiraishi + Mad Wee Light (2022 remaster) by Otherworld I woke to the sound of rain. It was pitch dark. After a while I deciphered the faint outlines of an unfamiliar window. Every so often a beam of light appeared out of thin air, traversed the wall like a ghostly, exploratory finger, and slid off into nothing again. Then I heard the sound of somebody breathing. At first I thought it was only myself, and that I was lying in the dark in my hotel room after being poisoned. I held my breath, but the breathing kept on. A green eye glowed on the bed before me. It was divided into quarters like a compass. I reached out slowly and closed my hand on it. I lifted it up. With it came an arm, heavy as a dead man’s, but warm with sleep. Plath, Sylvia.