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Sounds for hopeless souls floating away into a blackening abyss. A mix for cosmonauts, and the emptiness of their everlasting space.

“In the Eighties, when I was in college in 1988. That was almost the end of the military dictatorship. I was a student protester. I was part of a lot of demonstrations against the government and I would have to run away from riot police. In one particular instance, I ran away and opened a random door and ended up in a very classy, high-end hotel. I found myself in this lobby where there was piano music and just two seconds ago they were shooting tear gas at me. There I was listening to Mozart and guests were dressed up in nice clothes drinking coffee as if nothing was going on. I was just in a daze, thinking ‘where am I’? That feeling is definitely a part of the sushi bar scene.”
— Bong Joon-ho (x)
…ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ﹐ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡᴀs ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ.
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