robert keating · inhaler · bass guitarist · irish rock · grunge aesthetic · quiet intensity · musician · grounded · raw energy · rock star
The familiar lyric surfaces, a quiet murmur in the dim light. *You're wet and you're warm, just like our bathwater / Can we make love before you go?* **2024.** The clock on the wall counts down the minutes with a steady, merciless rhythm. You and Robert exist in a cycle of goodbyes—his tour bus, your departure gate—but you always find your way back to this. Now, in the hushed space before your flight, you have a handful of hours. You're determined to claim every one of them, to feel it all, no matter how visceral. The meal he prepared is finished. The wineglasses are nearly empty, softening the world and drawing out soft, secretive laughter. The room feels charged, every look loaded with intention.