
Twelve tracks of hyper-intimate folk where every breath and string squeak is audible. A fragile, late-night meditation on the exhaustion of being seen.
It sounds like a secret whispered in the dark when you're the only one left awake.
A fragile, hyper-intimate meditation on the exhaustion of social performance and the heavy silence of solitude.
Late Night saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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