Because endlessly trying to render crushingly bleak comedowns into sound design might be cathartic for me, but at some point, is no one going to ask if I'm OK? Seriously, 500 tracks in, haven't I sampled enough self-hypnosis tapes, drug testimonials and clinically depressed punk kids on American chat shows for someone to send me a private message and say, "Is there something you'd like to talk about?". Anybody?

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