Shared oblivion

Unfortunately I don’t have tangible memories. But if it was a picture, it would be of 16yo me in 2011, unrecognizable after months of chemo, staring at a wall at 3am, listening to MCIS for the first time, mesmerized as I realized that the state of oblivion and emptiness I was living in, was expressed perfectly with every word and sound from that album. Lifechanging.