Assertions to the contrary, this did not destroy me.
As I sauntered from the entrance to the kitchen, to the rooftop, and down to the dining room, I was fairly mesmerized, in the traditions of Brian Eno or Harold Budd or Tim Story. The garden was quite pleasant, also.
I just finished listening to it for the third time.
Alas, I cannot have a physical copy. That might just destroy me.