remembrance and repetition and recitation at times
quietly, softly, barely stirring the air, all suggest for an eternity
the idea of eternity. It is soft and creeping, and as it wends
its way through the room, it puts small animals to peaceful
sleep with a single touch, and changes light by an earnest
hard look from a wave to a collection of particles
and then back—almost imperceptibly. For three seconds after
It passes by and gurgles in a tonal register no living thing can hear,
a thought crosses our mind of what we only have the word “eternity”
to describe. But we do not say the word.
Since we’re on tour right now, there has been no way we could answer the hundreds of emails and Tumblr questions we’ve received in the week since the album release. This post is an attempt to condense some answers to the most frequently asked questions about The Anaesthete.