No record I've heard before has ever so viscerally embodied art as a form of sense-making. Each and every song on To See the Next Part of the Dream is an expression of desperate and liberating affirmation: the world makes no sense, the future makes no sense, and sure as hell my life makes no sense. If salvation from this anxiety will never come, then the only thing left to do is bite down and declare that even if everything fails, the fact that you're still here means that you haven't lost yet.