Surreal, as if I were to find that strange noir films were actually built around a musical score without its actual inclusion. At times I'd almost call the music an organ grinder from hell, but at the same time the dream-like qualities make it more mysterious than hellish. The odd, unheard of instruments only add to its overall alien aura. Yet, at the same time it feels more than alien, almost... human.
RYM
Napkins on my lap. Why are they there? Because it could be no other way.
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