Claritin

The track sounds like the morning after a sleepless night, when the sun mercilessly dries up the remnants of sleep, and inside there is only emptiness and a slight taste of plastic on the tongue. Everything seems to be moving: dust swirls in the rays, light flashes with shadows, the hand automatically reaches forward... but the body seems to be switched off.

This is music about sediment - about that strange state when you seem to be alive, but there are no feelings. No pain, no joy, only silence, in which even your own ‘I feel nothing’ sounds too loud.