There was a hundred little things I promised to myself
At some point it is just easier to stop promising or caring
Turn the blind eye to the crumbling image of self
Make absolutely no decisions at all
Let entropy take care of all your worries
Watch everyone you at any point had known
Slip away like ghosts or dust in an autumn wind
Something powerfully binding like friendships still wither for absence
Constant escaping from ever diminishing circles
Spiral down in to the vista of emptiness you have painted on your own
Feeling safety for no imaginable danger can exist here
Until you imagine it and it's time to draw in further
Further and deeper, all the way
Mother of all promises
To live, to wither and someday die
Former members of the great band SubRosa return as The Otolith, and their debut LP finds them at the peak of their mighty powers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2022