Kind of a lazy playlist actually, and probably nicked from someone else’s Soundcloud, but it’s solid Russian Doomer, post-punk nonetheless. It suits the mood this morning and the images are captivating.

I’ve been waking up in the wee hours, perhaps dreams prying my eyes open. No memories of the dreams linger beyond a feeling of unrest. There are dreams though. From what remains upon waking one can only assume that they’re not good dreams. I’m indifferent to good or bad. They’re all gone within minutes of waking anyway. It’s the waking up part that bothers me. It’s kind of a love me or leave me alone scenario with dreams. Like, I don’t care what you do while you’re here but let me be. Don’t leave me ragged and awake at 3 am. I have to go to work in the morning. You don’t get to choose though so it is what it is.

I’ll be okay. Or not, and in that case there isn’t much time to worry about it. I’m not too concerned. The discomfort of old wounds has grown tiresome without new ones on top of it. Fuck this war.

Fuck this war.