Stephen let me in on the secret of this song: it's dead. The creator was found with this on his phone; the last thing he'd ever make, stripped from his phone after passing.
Somewhere I had saved a folder of looping photographs. Today, I was trying to think of how to address Grand Finale, and I couldn't find my folder. I pulled out old hard drives and plugged in old usb sticks. Nothing. I swear I saved that folder, but it doesn't matter now. I had to search the Internet. After a few pages of gifs that looped but not beautifully, I found a few I recognized and followed the rabbit hole to Kevin Burg and Jamie Beck and their creation: cinemagraph.
Since the Grand Finale is so much unlike any of the other music we've heard in the Top 40, I react differently. I give you the cinemagraph or: pictures that put me in the same mood as Nujabes' last work.
I just hit play on Grand Finale and Delight smiled. "Oh no! That's his music, isn't it?" This isn't Stephen's music, but it sounds like his. I think that's the point.
For other things that make me unfailingly melancholy, see: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Dear Esther, and a triple-header of Ozymandias, The Watchmen, and Frank Dillon's The Colossal Pair. I think I've got every genre in there (song/picture/book/game/poem/comic/painting).
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