"To anyone still listening," he whispered into the mic. "I'm going to wake you up with a dream."
He realized then that the world wasn't actually awake; it was in a fever dream. The frantic busyness of his era was just a loud, ugly mask for a deep, spiritual exhaustion. NATUTULOG KONG MUNDO BY WOLFGANG
He looked at the spinning record. It was a message from a time when people still knew how to dream. He reached for the dial of a pirate radio transmitter he’d been building for months. "To anyone still listening," he whispered into the mic
He dropped the needle again. Across the city, in the ears of thousands of tired souls, the heavy, beautiful weight of the "sleeping world" began to play, and for a brief moment, the neon city went quiet. He looked at the spinning record