This weekend, as I write Rise of the Nords, the origins short for Reverent Chandler and Night Song of the Nords, I will want to get into a good trance, even if my roommate is chewing out his employee in the room beneath these creaking floorboards—so here it is, the music recommended to me for this purpose by Mescaline Franklin two years ago. Four replays, while writing the ordinary Harm City shitademic thesis or three, should get me in the proper state of unmindfulness.