So the image of Martin piling tape recorders on top of a coffin in The Magnus Archives 134 kind of fucking murdered me.
(Also for Adipose August to the tune of Amanda Palmer’s “Astronaut”)
And I am still not getting what I want
I want to touch the back of your right arm
I wish you could remind me who I was
Because every day I’m a little further off
[ID: Digital art of Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. The view is from above and behind Martin, who kneels in front of a black wooden coffin with his head in his hands. Around him and on top of the coffin are hundreds and hundreds of scattered tape recorders. The few tape recorders on top of the coffin are glowing bright green. Also on top of the coffin are a sigil of a closed eye, and a single human rib, which are likewise glowing. End ID]
