i'm listening to the fen "dustwalker" album and my back hurts

I lay in my bed and listen to the forever drone of the fan. The faded and cobweb frosted black curtain waves back and forth letting in light intermittently. The dark room I lay in is comfortable in this light. My head feels fogged and heavy so that my thoughts are obscured. The house is a comfortable temperature for now and all conditions suggest sleep.

Outside the rain pours and leaks through my roof and saturates the ground. The rain seeps through the cracks in the layer of shingle where the tar is vulnerable, through the rafters and onto the darkroom table. The rainwater that was once clear is now tainted brown after filtering through several layers of decay. The darkroom trays catch the water and overflow on the tabletop and spill out on the floor. The musty scent of the indoor/outdoor carpet permeates the room. We keep the door to the darkroom shut to keep the smell out. We keep the door to the darkroom shut to keep out the light.