Ah yes Morton Feldman. Does suit well the far away state. As is, for me, Helmut Lachemmann's "the little match girl". A deep voyage into the mineral and organic. Fascinating. Timelessness like Feldman but with the purpose of a narrative. And emanating from a place utterly other. Perfect when laying on the sofa late in the dark with the whole body shut down except the ears. And a glass of whiskey at arms length.