There's just such an intimacy to Cigarettes After Sex's sound that it's impossible to not let it into the pit of your belly.
It drones, it dreams, it stares deep into your soul. It’s chill and you’ll want to have all of the sex to this.
"I write without seeing. I came. I wanted to kiss your hand... This is the first time I have ever written in the dark...not knowing whether I am indeed forming letters. Wherever there will be nothing, read that I love you."
—Diderot, Letter to Sophie Volland, June 10, 1759
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