If only “where” were an actual, readable characteristic of others. Like how one can witness improvement, From Forgotten is the memory every last person on earth wished they’d conjure up once within their lifetime. Des Une brings a soothing swan-song of heartbeat to SHUT_INS 封じ込める that the entering feeling of 2017’s impending doom isn’t a harsh one to take upon the thought of it all. As if the needle found just the right groove in every record you’ve forever owned, and has hit the repeat, record, record-over, and dubbed that blend with a style that bars minimalism in a careful stretch of sound. Exist in the loop. It’s not like this life will be infinite. But pretend like everlasting life is a blessing that curses each living minute: