“Tyson remembers listening to Tidal for the first time. He knew he was in there, and he would go through the songs, over and over, figuring it out. “‘Sleep to Dream,’ pretty much it felt like that’s what she was saying to me the last time I talked to her,” he says. “And the video was set up in a way so it looks like her bedroom — a futon on the floor, a TV.” The first time he saw that video, he was on his bed at college, lying on his back, with a girl on top of him, kissing his neck. And suddenly he saw Fiona, “Kneeling on the ground, looking through the TV, looking straight at me,” he says.”
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“she was consulting her laptop, which she often struggles to operate, typing the words mirror neurons into Google. With a pencil she began scribbling onto a piece of hotel stationery. The morning — which is to say the hours after midnight — had unfolded well, sunrise had come smoothly, she’d felt good, and she’d seriously debated continuing straight through, as she does most often, but with a busy day ahead, she’d figured it best to rest, and, to her surprise, slipped into unconsciousness beneath the coffee table. When she’d awoken at ten, she’d felt different. She’d felt bad.”
‘I Just Want to Feel Everything’: Hiding Out With Fiona Apple | New York Magazine
