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The Aftermath
As they perform the opening track, I couldn't control my tears, only after 3 songs did I stop and sit quietly, in my soaking t-shirt.
When they played track 4 from ( ) I was back on that lonely balcony in Queensland feeling sorry for myself.
When they played Svern-g-englar From Agaetis Bryjun, I was in bed being moody and pensive.
Today as I walked the long road in, I listened to Takk, and silently, tears welled up again.
I want to write more but how do I begin to express how profound the concert that was, and that, I'll probably never be the same again. I'm depressed. I really am overly melodramatic but I just want to be in this funk, for just a little while more.