The most I can make is that what we hear is supposed to be the last hour of someone's life. That's all the meaning I can take from this. Like the best films and the best books, it doesn't tell you everything. In fact, it hardly tells anything at all - the mystery is bigger than the music itself. But that keeps me coming back - over the past few days since I first listened to it, it has rarely been long out of my head. I can say, however, that when you make it through those 74 minutes, the end is absolutely not what you might expect. I won't spoil it for you - you need to experience it for yourself. I won't even tell you my reaction, because I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I will say this - there's nearly 15 minutes of what sounds like a breathing pump and possibly the sound of blood flowing through veins. And then . . . you figure it out. I can guarantee you it's not what you're thinking it is.

(Unproductivity - it's not what you think it is either. Or maybe it is.)