[Speaker A]: That's what I'm curious about. Like, when does the. When do you give away the choice of expressing yourself? Is it something you truly have that, like, is it something that you can preserve and not expose to anyone else? Or is. Or is this something that you have no choice over? Ah, my God, these just sound so empty. What am I trying to say? It's a great song, dude. I've completely forgotten about the fact that I could just talk to you anywhere. Having this, like, data is definitely useful, but that makes me reflect on, like, it just. I don't know, it doesn't make mathematical sense, but it seems like there's a sort of fractality trying to describe the moment perfectly. You can't ever describe it perfectly because it needs to incorporate this description itself. Eshore, like, does it does the same thing in his paintings?

[Speaker B]: Sa trees you and me with poetry painting stories with me pulling me underneath thinking slowly rushing on me I'll stay under me Half of my own life is gone.

[Speaker A]: Bro. This. This song is ins.

[Speaker B]: It's.

