Burial If You Lose Your Way Tonight IPA

I never really feel like I am actually present. Not for this moment or the next. I am left to devise the confines of my physical continuance. What if I had reached the ends of the aperture. Or I had already grasped the more narrow definition of the forces around me. What if I kept thinking about how there was nothing more. And I was dismayed at the notion that it could always be determined. That would be a shame. Double dry-hopped with hand-selected new harvest Citra, Strata, Galaxy and Eclipse, with a final dosing of Eclipse Liquid Lupulin.