0.8; Loss
It's interesting what you see from the windows here. It's like the broken concrete is full of--
I don't like the cold, but. [Pause] Maybe it feels cleaner. [A speckling of pen taps]
I don't think-- I heard, a man on the street sing this song. [Transcribed very neatly and carefully:]
SADLY ONE SUNDAY I WAITED AND WAITED
WITH FLOWERS IN MY ARMS FOR THE DREAM I'D CREATED
I WAITED 'TIL DREAMS, LIKE MY HEART, WERE ALL BROKEN
THE FLOWERS WERE DEAD AND THE WORDS WERE UNSPOKEN
THE GRIEF THAT I KNEW WAS BEYOND ALL CONSOLING
THE BEAT OF MY HEART WAS A BELL THAT WAS TOLLING
he kills himself at the-- Losing someone, can hurt that much? [a waterfall of crude little flowers] ✗
I don't like the cold, but. [Pause] Maybe it feels cleaner. [A speckling of pen taps]
I don't think-- I heard, a man on the street sing this song. [Transcribed very neatly and carefully:]
SADLY ONE SUNDAY I WAITED AND WAITED
WITH FLOWERS IN MY ARMS FOR THE DREAM I'D CREATED
I WAITED 'TIL DREAMS, LIKE MY HEART, WERE ALL BROKEN
THE FLOWERS WERE DEAD AND THE WORDS WERE UNSPOKEN
THE GRIEF THAT I KNEW WAS BEYOND ALL CONSOLING
THE BEAT OF MY HEART WAS A BELL THAT WAS TOLLING
he kills himself at the-- Losing someone, can hurt that much? [a waterfall of crude little flowers] ✗