listening to the ninth towering above me, walled in on all sides by sound sound sound so glorius and absolutely perfect. this is music. this. is. music. MUSIC. oh my god. curled up at the control station, almost crying, walking home, breathless, waiting for the sky to open and take me now now now now now. i could die to this. i must die to this.
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