Last Saturday afternoon the clouds rolled in, lightning cracked the sky and the power went out. I stood outside and I could feel it—the absence of the switch-flow of energy, an undercurrent we're barely aware of, but now that it was gone, there was a null space. An eerie silence. So, I put my headphones on, chilled out, and filled it with sound.

And in the shuffle came this song and it was kind of—perfect. Moby's The Sky is Broken from his album, Play. Pared back, poetic, hypnotic and achingly intimate.