by Ami Heller
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Dan Auerbach – Goin’ Home
On the verge of a nervous breakdown.
In an apartment disguised as a hotel room. At the heart of the most bustling spot in town.
The intensity in which the city lives and breathes matches feelings inside.
Veins pop. Blood flows like electric currents. Muscles tense up. A tingling sensation on tips of fingers. Lungs ache.
Thoughts are like streams in a river that lead to the fall.
Like a maniac in detention. Playing mind games.
In the comfort of what has become home.