Charred (the burning bush pt. 2)
I prefer the oddly religious overtones inherent in the 'bush ignition' sequence of images; it resembles a noviciate lighting a votive candle in the gloom of an oppressive cell and finding the rumour of reassurance in an ephemeral world. If there had been more definition in the compositions then they would have invited Mr Prurience to crash the private party and overstay his qualified welcome. The video was splendidly soothing. Your ASMR voice - with its silky and melodic tones - compels the space around me to dilate and clench even as my prostate murmurs to itself in an incomprehensible tongue known only to discrete organs. I must confess that the ending of the video - where you mutter about the proximity of winter while nonchalantly caressing the string of holes in your leggings - kicked my mind down several gears until it almost succumbed to cerebral station-keeping. That was fleeting taste of unexpected bliss. But, is that not the best kind?