Rooms Without Doors

Late Night Air Terminal

Rooms Without Doors

Death of. This is not a liminal space, this place is headed by a movement that wishes to impose its identity upon me. I'm surrounded in all directions by TV screens with an endless slew of social media clips and advertisements for credit cards and jewelry and all kinds of ai. Objects and pictures stored in glass cases on the wall serve as loose acknowledgements to the indigenous sacred spaces we have paved over, and we continue to pave over them. These buildings have become a hub for the spread of illnesses my government intentionally neglects. I can't even imagine what the environmental impact of this place is either. Yes, I think the world has gotten worse, but I'm also simply seeing more and more of what has already been here. This is an ode to the beauty of airports that can only be found in memory. Composed and produced by Rooms Without Doors Illustration by fishythingy

My Friend with Autism

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I WAS THE BOY WHO SPOKE NONSENSE IN CRYPTIC TONE I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME 2016 2017 2018 2019 2022 2023 MIDDLE SCHOOL HIGH SCHOOL CUT MY HAIR I AM GASPING FOR AIR 2025 With faith I move forward, I long to sing the open mouth song, I am growing my hair long again. Thank you to friends and family Work Time All sounds found and warped by Susie. First track samples a recording made by me and my sibling

Balloon

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I wake up to see them standing above me. They came in through the window one by one. The window- it was right there, where'd it go? Trepidation, a mere touch, something happens My body is changing Skin becomes rubbery latex, ballooning Where are my eyes What am I becoming What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me What's happening to me I look in the foggy mirror. I can't breathe. This is a permanent change. All sounds plundered and transformed by Rooms Without Doors

roadkill

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fire is coming. Split album by HYDROPLANED INTO A FALSE REALITY! and Rooms Without Doors Cover art by HIAFR, with illustrations by CatFries

Houses (with things that've died)

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They are doing everything in their power to rob you of your home and get away with it. Feels like half this country wants you dead. But you will make it through, I promise, Just as this blanket will be torn from us on this cold night and we will learn what it means to be okay. Sounds found and warped by Rooms Without Doors, plus original recordings Cover art ("how to disappear completely") by AvianVEVO

Black Box

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Black Box has an identity problem. Identity is a sham. Shame and guilt, can you tell the difference? The difference between us and them is complex. Complexion is coming next. Who's next to me in my dreams is someone I love and struggle to. He's struggling to do the very thing he can. He has nothing to do with this. With all my heart, I love you, so Fuck you fuck your self fuck Bad Dream I Said It Begone Goodbye And Than kYou When U Do DM me lol Track 3 features additional work by Hydroplaned Into A False Reality! (hydroplanefalsereality.bandcamp.com) Epic RWD logo by June~! (chronicmeower.carrd.co) Emotions of impurity, sensuality, and anxiety felt by Degnan. Hang in there man. All other sounds ripped and reconstructed by Rooms Without Doors

PLAY!

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Herobrine stole my online body! 4+4+7=15 DIAMONDS!!!

MVI 5777 "Broke the Phone at Anthrocon 2013"

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Millions of lives, real lives, broadcast to the void. Sounds from the real world, this timeline, from this planet, that you too are a part of. Something had to make that sound, someone had to record that sound. Every moment here was recorded because it has had some form of significance to its creator and its recorder. But that significance can decay, and here that significance has been stripped to mere aesthetic and simplified narratives. A 'found art' project, I take little credit. All sounds and images are stolen.

Dream Pools

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Come wash away your troubles at our expansive aquatic complex Thank you to the artists who inspired this album, and their virtual spaces that I would like to see brought to life someday. Music and cover art by Rooms Without Doors Album intro and Duckie illustration by Ellby

A GHOST HUNTS FOXES IN WINTER TIME ON A FROZEN SEA

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"Rifle in hand, hunting for a state of being I'm afraid will never return, not within my lifetime. There are things that won't go away until the end times have passed. We are in the end times, and always have been. We are overtaken by deceitful electricity, this imitation of all that is living and all that the living things have created, the machine that cleanses itself of the human souls that created it. For years I've shielded myself from the wind, and now my roots are failing, I'll be lifted with the wind unless I accept my failure and adapt. Get some exercise. I will not be a lesson learned the hard way." These were the words of the ghost, when no one was there to hear them. Nonetheless the ghost has made himself known to this town. Running past the street lamps and onto the sea, everyone cheers for the ghost. But you choose not to join them, instead remaining nestled in the darkness of your room on the second highest floor. All sounds plundered, created, and/or warped by Rooms Without Doors Graphic design and illustration by Ellby (ellby.bandcamp.com) Featuring photography by Steel Valley (steelvalley.tumblr.com)

MVI 0003 "Autoplay"

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in 1000 miles turn left

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15 hours of driving condensed into 3 hours of music.