— слушайте, это настолько прошибает, что я просто тттттт это почти как видеоарт, перформанс.
henson's work to me can only be described as 'beautifully tragic'. his lyrics hold the kind of sorrow in them that makes, for example, this particular song, engage you in life's faults. the woman here is living this state of affliction that is gloriously anguishing. it represents that one state of oblivion in which everyone so dearly tries to avoid, she not only believes this other person does not know who she is, but she, herself; she does not truly know her own personage, her own soul. her standing alone in such a vast space symbolizes the seclusion and loneliness that is created with a life lived with no love of oneself or others. love is selfish, but once found, it is the most gratifying thing of all.