And it has a tune. A little tune that has too much treble to be appropriate.
I'd like it to have deep, portentous bass; like some bleeding god in a pit shouting last words.
Instead I get a squirrel on a speed OD, running round its last circle, squeaking out its brittle disappointment that this, this whole bleeding out, this is the end.
Not even in focus, or well lit. Just a little death.
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