Discover the remains of the backwards living person’s body after they fell from the sky and died (born) on impact.
The man watched indifferently as the boat slowly shrunk off into the distance. “The one day in my life I was looking forward to.” Waves lapped playfully at the still-bundled life vest he thoughtlessly clung to. Considering all that had just occurred, the almost forty and perpetually drunk preacher’s kid did feel pretty good about still being alive. Regret, however, roasted marshmallows in his already pounding skull. He balked at the sky.
Relive the fall through the the backwards living person who already knows everything of what we call future, but whose memory is constantly being erased from back to front.
“With all due respect, this couldn’t have waited until—” Water cut him off as it looked for something in his mouth. When he began to gag up a substance resembling warm vomit, its’ search was called off. He closed his mouth and silently contemplated as the sunset swallowed his entire life’s savings — every fucking dime. The sky sympathized in the form of a gentle shower as the boat dropped out of the man's view forever.
The body forms in less than a heartbeat, hollow and frightened. The soul rips its way in soon after. Our insufferable solitude is at an end, my love. Shocked by the notion, the body switches to instinct — survival mode. You are far too late, my beloved. What’s done is done. We are home.
all tracks were arranged, composed, recorded, and engineered by SD ELLIOTT
1,2,8,10,12,13: Masta Z Studios, Milwaukie, OR
3,4,5,7: Pennypacker Studios, Portland, OR
6,11: Mom’s Farm, Portland, OR
thanks to GOD and REJECTS
dedicated to Muggsy for sticking it out