Atlas In The Junkyard

"Atlas In The Junkyard" is a lament and a quiet vow. It paints a soundscape of a world fractured, where grand designs lie in ruin, and the echoes of what was are a constant, melancholic presence. The rusted, soil-stained remnants of a former life become the raw materials for something new, something humbler, yet fiercely protective.

This track was born from a period of profound upheaval, a time when foundations crumbled not just for one, but for many caught in the fallout. It speaks to the weight of carrying on when the world you knew is gone, and the immense effort of sifting through the debris – not to rebuild the past, for that is impossible – but to construct a smaller, more personal sanctuary. It’s about finding the strength to lift the shards of yesterday, not in an attempt to hold up a collapsing sky, but to forge shells still wide enough for hearts left outside.

The music, steeped in a reflective F# Dorian mode, seeks to capture this bittersweet process. The prominent, melodic bassline that anchors the choruses represents the deliberate, steady effort of laying a new foundation, even as the world's pain feels too vast to ever fully mend. It’s the sound of saying, "I can’t rebuild all that I crushed, but I can make this small one right." This isn't a song of triumphant victory over external forces, but of the profound, internal strength found in picking up the pieces, for oneself and for those who depend on that resilience. It’s about building a shelter, however small, with the very fragments of what was lost, and in that act, finding a path towards a measure of justice and a new, albeit altered, peace.

The artwork, a solitary figure amidst industrial decay, meticulously tending to a small, glowing orb, mirrors this theme: a personal act of creation and hope against a backdrop of vast desolation.

This song was inspired by the defendants in the Sokolowski et al. v. Digital Currency Group et. al. case, who took everything we had and then some. While it's unlikely I'll be able to retire anymore, and I can't even sue in Pennsylvania to make up for our laid off employees' lives that they destroyed, I will dedicate my life to the thousands of hours of writing briefs against them and do what I can to make the "small things right."