NP: Bonus Track - Bjork

I seem to be perpetually hung over this existential fallacy. I've been chasing ghosts for years, seeking something real, but I now realize most of them were spectres of my own making. I'm stuck in a paradox. The vanishing of one of these laughing entities leads me to conjure another, which I then pursue until the morning light causes it to dissipate, becoming one with the virgin air.

And people wonder why I prefer the night.