When something personal and heartfelt gets overwhelmed by technology. Like sexting. Starting with bittersweet dreamy, jigsaw-like piano phrases, the cut slowly piles on delayed guitars, electronic drums, synths and ticking machinery so that by :21 it becomes a rush of impersonal, complex information without a trace of humanity. After :30 the cut returns to the organic feel with a longer struggle against the technological complexity which prevails @1:25. Good for suspenseful tech stories, slowly losing our humanity in a world of machines and accidentally sending pictures of your junk to your mom.