Terminal lucidity genuinely scares me. It perfectly amplifies and produces the immense dread you experience right before dying, after all this struggle, you finally at the end. There is no light at the end. Hope is but a myth and you fully gave up. There is no more need for struggle. Let go. The only thing you can do is say goodbye to your loved ones reassure them that you will be fine... They will remember you. Come, it's time to rest at last.

3:28:12 i love that chord progression and how it gets drowned out by static

Live life as you can, before you forget how to.

here i am listening to this again, 2 years later. ive written a lot of comments here. Some very introspective and some humorous. I am just going to come by here every once in a while now. It calms me but also makes me sad, and i somehow like it. Hopefully i will be stopping by for the rest of my life. It would be ironic if i remembered this album on my deathbed...if theres anything i wanna say, just keep listening to this album. It has worth beyond its depressing symbolism and meaning, in the listening experience. Nothing quite like it. Im sure ill be back, and i think ill give an update in the replies every once in a while

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Backrooms music is terrifying! 😱😱😱😱

Every song name rewritten as grammarly: STAGE 1 A1 - It's just a burning essay A2 -We don't have many letters left A3 -Late grammarly drifting A4 -Grammarly fresh eyes A5 -Slightly misspelled A6 -Things that are beatiful and well written B1 -All that follows is Grammarly B2 -An autumnal essay B3 -Quiet internal applications B4 -The essays of my entire life B5 -Into each others letters B6 -My writing will stop in joy STAGE 2 C1 -A losing writing is raging C2 -Misplaced in ads C3 -What does it matters how my essay breaks C4 -Glimpses of grammarly in trying times C5 -Surrendering to Grammarly D1 -I still feel as my sentence is too wordly D2 -Quiet ad coming early D3 -Lasts moments of pure writing D4 -Grammar errors unraveling D5 -The ads ahead feel lonely STAGE 3 E1 -Back there Grammarly E2 -And the essay breaks E3 -Hidden error buried deep E4 -Grammarly's all joyful writing E5 -To the minimal great writen E6 -Letters beyond loss E7 -Misspelled in others eyes E8 -Long term Grammarly glimpses F1 -Gradations of essays length F2 -Writing time misplaced F3 -Internal bewildered audience F4 -Burning misspell does ache F5 -Aching essay without correction F6 -An empty letter beyond this world F7 -Grammarly's delay F8 -Mournful essay STAGE 4 G1 -Post-awareness misspellings H1 -Post-awareness misspellings I1 -Temporary suscription state J1 -Post-awareness misspellings STAGE 5 K1 -Advanced writing entanglements L1 -Advanced writing entanglements M1 -Grammar retrogenesis N1 -Sudden time regression to spelling errors STAGE 6 O1 -A misspelling so thick you misspell misspelling P1 -A brutal misspelling beyond this empty illiteracy Q1 -Long misspelling is over R1 -Writing in the world fades away

long term dusk glimpses

a couple of years ago my dog sadly passed away and they suspected that she had Alzheimer's and the thought that as im listening to this that this is what she went through mentally makes me sad but glad that she isn't suffering anymore

This album represents how 2020s feels like (so far): Stage 1 = 2020 Stage 2 = 2021 Stage 3 = 2022 (E side) and 2023 (F side) Stage 4 = 2024

I cant even accept my own truhts how hard is to accept, ı promised my self to not give up from living ım escaping to things like: lovely dumb happy thing games/movies/other things, thoose things making me to escape from myself, ı need help but ım already alone ı mean ı have family but they are just making it worse, ı dont even know why Im like this I have reasons but ı dont even know do they worth to make me like this. Im 13 years old I dont know ım l ike this,the memes or other things not making me feel something, İn school ı laugh to bad jokes but ı dont really get it funny my body just reacting ım not feeling anything,the think of killing myself is coming normal but ı promised myself to dont do that, ım so dreamy that ı can dream so much adventures for my self or stories to keep me contiune to life,ı dont know ıf ım feeling like this cause ım entering to adolescent thing

My great grandma was already barely lucid by the time i was old enough to remember her, my dad and grandma always talk about how amazing of a woman she was. I didn't understand what was going on in my young age, but I can only imagine the sadness they felt as the woman that brought so much joy to their lives faded to an empty husk. Rest in peace Stella.

I can't lie, Stage 1 Part 1 will always be the most terrifying piece of music I have ever heard.

I like to think of the crackles as each memory or neuron dying. It gives a very horrific view.

The scary part of dementia is that it could techincally start anytime and you would never know.

Ah shit, here we go again

6:03:33 ..i.., f-.. feel-

Right now, I am here. May 19th, 2024. 1:04 P.M. I have just returned from a funeral. It was of a close family member. I've been to many funerals. But none were as eerie and upsetting as this one. Seeing the man who had been alive just a week prior. His picture up on the screen on a bright Sunday morning in may. I just think. He couldn't have possibly known where he would be just a week after. This man... He was alive and breathing. Laughing, talking, just days ago. And now, he is in an urn, on the lectern of a church. Its this that frightens me. The thought that at any hour, of any day, we may perish. My grandpa is it. He is the only one left now. Human minds may forget, but the everlasting march of time will never. So, on this bright may morning, may 19th, 2024 to be exact. I beg you, please, from the bottom of my heart, treasure your loved ones, even those which have long forgotten you, those with desease, because you never truly know when they might be taken away. And even if loved ones you have that have dementia, or Alzheimer's, just know, even if they have forgotten you in death, they will always remember you somehow. And if you feel alone, then know you're not. That's all.

I don't know what i'm taking the time to write this but i guess i d just want to take it out of my chest After hearing all the album i chose to stick with "We don't have many days", recently my grandmother got diagnosticated with dementia, she already have some bad health problems that don't let her hear or move right and now after a CVA she can't even stand up without the help of other people and her dementia also jumped some stages, seeing how all of this take away some simple things like stand up from a bed, or go tot he bathroom alone, how this condition take away some basic human dignity is just disgusting And even when i hate seeing her that way and knowing in a mater of time she just would get worse, i guess i chose to to stay with that song, not to understand her Dementia, but to try and see every day like an oportunity to make things a little better for her, she is now staying with us and we are trying our best to take care of her, but deep down we know there would be a moment we may have to make a choice and decide if we can continue that way or take her to a place when they treath her better, and i feel yes.. we don't have many days a part of me hope there would be something that could make that good days last longer, but in reality lucky days decay fast and when you look back at them there were there for a short time, just to drift away Some days she seems to be doing better, the next day she forget what happen yesterday, or just lose her senses again, it feels like the sickness is laughing in my faces, but again, we don't have many days, i guess treassure the good days, the ones that feel like good ones for her are the ones i need to stick around, because the next day things get worse and..there is nothing more than we could do, when that final day come i hope i made that last days worth it for me and for her

The song is fire

Dementia is so scary and horrible it makes me ponder if I will get through my old life without this disease taking over. Hearing this and the comments makes me want to cherish everything that I have and lost. Im thankful that my biggest fear hasn’t took over. Im thankful that my loved ones still know me. The stages of dementia is like finding something that you oddly know but can’t grasp. It’s minutes before it’s gone and you just don’t know. Thinking about this at the latest of times on your bed pondering what will happen Next.

Oh, how i miss old and simple videos like this. No over the top editing, no loud noises. Just. . .perfection.

The title perfectly describes the song lmao. Another beautiful track by The Caretaker.

This disease is so disturbing

44:52

Who knew that an album can express so much emotion and it's message..

his is true horror...nothing

00:43:01 1st Bookmark

Im listening to this rn and my alarm went off and i injured my arm

@vvmtest why did you stop making albums with the caretaker? Oh… I remember… He died right?

I’ma scroll trough the comments like a maniac!

🎉

😢. Coco

Weird metaphor but this gives me the feeling of someone who thinks they have good hair, then at the back its messy and tangled and its slowly getting messier.

Both my grandparents suffered with Dementia. My grandad, in particular, would scare us all while the family was round at his house. He kept asking to be killed before it got him. He didn't remember what he had, but he remembered he had something wrong with him. My little sisters, 6 and 4 at the time, heard this. He was in and out of hospital. In 2022, april, we got a call saying things were looking up, and did my great grandma and grandma want to visit him tommorow? He was asking for them. He perked up overnight, cheerily speaking to nurses and other patients. Then, he fell asleep after a nice day. He didnt wake up again. Sepsis had taken him.

"my heart will stop in joy" seems almost ethereal, like they are experiencing a very triumphant moment. sends chills down my spine

P1's bass blasted me to Uranus bro 😔🔥

Dude I can’t even breath properly while listening to this it’s like something is watching me my skin started getting goosebumps and it feels like it’s beside me

One thing I'm going crazy

Why do I feel nostalgic to this kind of music, even though this in the kind of music my great-grandparents would listen to?

*when marco finally snaps*

My Pops passed January 20th of this year. We was so worried about everyone, when he could remember who we were. I think the process was scary for him, and it breaks my heart that I couldn’t help him. In fact, as time went on, my presence was almost worse. Like he couldn’t quite tell who I was, but something was still there, just too far away. And he’d get frustrated and yell and want to go home. Just bellow and yell. Like he was mourning the loss of his mind in real time. I missed so much time with him, because I felt like I was making everything worse. I took a break of a couple weeks, and when I came back he didn’t really know who I was. Then things calmed down and I was a nice person that gave him pizza and eventually a small sized McDonald’s fries. He passed shortly after that, but the calmness of him during the final weeks, gives me some comfort that maybe the whole process isn’t awful. Sure 90% is the worst, but maybe at final 5% is relief.

perfect nostalgia

You are the caretaker, you have always been the caretaker, Mr Torrence

2:20:59

this is just heartbreaking. listening to this music makes me feel an emotion that ive never really felt before, it's strange

Listing to this well fighting Melania, over and over again i die So hows your day going

i come to this when i feel so empty and sad, but i want to feel the emptiness and sadness more. this makes me happy but sad, makes me dwell on life, the things i can and cannot change. things will eventually get better, just not right now.

I came back after my grandfather with Alzheimer's and Parkinson's died as of recent. I never really knew him, but seeing him in the coffin made me realize that he is in a better place. As I got older, I watched his face change from just a little dead panned, to this suffering and jittery face. And in that coffin, sat a man who I never thought I would see again. He looked at peace.

my grandpa has dementia. ive only met him once, but it still hurts me because i can tell it hurts my dad. he's lost all sense of time and no longer has a social filter. as im writing this, he's rotting away in a nursing home in rural oklahoma. i have his signature, something he would never be able to write now. it's like he knows something is wrong, but he doesn't know what. he divorced my grandma when my dad and my aunt were little and rarely ever saw them, because he didn't want to deal with kids. now i know he would do anything to have his kids with him.