Holy fucking shit, dear reader…it’s 126°F. Birds are falling dead from the sky, and the otherwise robust air conditioning unit in The Shed is really struggling to make things habitable. Word count is significantly higher than the temp, so I suppose that is a good thing, and especially impressive given this ridiculously oppressive conditions.
N.P.: “Insomnia 2021 – Epic Edit” – Maceo Plex, Faithless
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