I love Henry Flynt and you should too. There’s more going on than meets the ear.
After listening to this a billion times over an extended period of time, I’ve realized these sounds and their progression pretty closely reflect what my mind goes through on a daily basis, from jocularity to nostalgia, to confusion, et cetera. I doubt this has anything to do with Flynt’s intentions, but it works. I can navel gaze on my own blog, no?