Just another human spiraling down into abysmal reverie. He calls himself Leander. Day after day, someone finds a cassette with his voice and uploads it here. No one knows why these were made, but it sure is funny to hear him ramble as if he understands the world. *Pshaw He claims to have a silly notion that philosophy, psychology and myths and folklore will save him from damnation. It's hilarious as he tries to make sense of the world which left him behind. So give it a listen when you're sad, it'll make you feel better about yourself. . .
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episode 7: Tape Seven (Secondhand Lovers)
This tape was found near a brook that once flowed behind the shed that Leander had holed himself in towards the end. The tape, which intended to break down the concept of Muses for Leander, ends in his breakdown instead. He talks of how maybe, every poem, every song is just an anonymous exercise in the context of love. I don't really have anything to say. It seems that Leander is rubbing off on me.