There’s a distinct musty basement smell. Not like…moldy and swampy, but just a little damp.

As an elder millennial I also did not get that one.

That makes sense, thanks for teaching me something today :)

I don’t speak Spanish (helpful eh?) but I remember when I was in Mexico I went to a cool place called Xel-Há, which was pronounced shell-ha. So there’s one.

Now it’s over, I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want. Or I’m still alive and there’s nothing I wanna do.

I can’t think about how old that song is, it hurts me.