Harold is influenced by music around him that makes his heart feel as if it will explode. In the lonely world that is his parched mind he attempts to recreate these feelings in words, or in melodies.
Sounds Like
A man wrapped in a canvas cloth, coated in thick black rubber. His eyes cannot open.
Harold is alone with Fruity Loops and AcidPro. He does not see things as they are. His mind twists logic and succeeds in convincing him it is passable. A sad sick boy enveloped in his own melancholy universe. He knows nothing of passion, existentially personifying passion in his void. So he overcompensates.
