That cathedral looks dated.
Those strings of cherished memories are washed out from overuse.
Do trees have to be green?
Ubik is the sound of paintbrushes, chisels and creeping bedroom heartbreaks. Redecorate to an alien world. Drones are demolition, basslines and beats blueprints for buildings.
Tired of your surroundings? Don’t move. Listen. Transformation beats travel agents. Ubik is never home.