Hiding from the one you love. Hiding all your darkness away from her. Sorrowfully catching hidden glimpses of something you want to be a part of, emphasised in the constant wonder of Molina's almost dumbfounded questioning. Wondering how she can "read the map" showing only that barren, empty sea, see anything worthwhile in "only empty houses". And all this reflected in that half ruptured opening chord, and continued in the deep, baleful chugging.
Above all else, as mentioned, despite all the recognition of loathing, you can't look away. Her curve is the whole coast. Human and magnificent.
Hiding from the one you love. Hiding all your darkness away from her. Sorrowfully catching hidden glimpses of something you want to be a part of, emphasised in the constant wonder of Molina's almost dumbfounded questioning. Wondering how she can "read the map" showing only that barren, empty sea, see anything worthwhile in "only empty houses". And all this reflected in that half ruptured opening chord, and continued in the deep, baleful chugging.
Above all else, as mentioned, despite all the recognition of loathing, you can't look away. Her curve is the whole coast. Human and magnificent.