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The song seems to tell an ordinary but slightly sad story. Is there a house in your heart? Maybe it’s the house you grew up in, or one tucked away in a dense metropolis, or one facing a sea washed clean and blue, or one standing alone in an endless field. Someone lives inside it, always hoping to keep you there with simple, warm words, but the result is invariably the opposite of what was hoped for — what’s left in the end is always that same hollow emptiness described in <Air Doll>. And yet, what it brings is a quiet, watered-down calm. Is this what they call the nervousness of returning home?

@On Categorizing I remember Cheer Chen once sang: greatest-hits albums always mislead us, correctly, about where we’re headed, scrambling the implied order of things — really, listening through from the beginning is still the shortcut that gets you lost. I never understood what that line meant, not until I tried to become a “collector” myself, and only then did I gradually grasp some of its meaning. Sometimes you hear a lovely bit of background music, but pulled out of its context it’s no longer as beautiful, no longer as pleasing to the ear. That’s it, isn’t it — excessive polishing or curation costs you the wholeness of the thing. So I’ve named this “Sleepless,” to keep a record.