22 July 2017

Soul-crushing nostalgia and morning train drives



I remember finding this one perfect day last autumn and listening to it on repeat while on my morning commute into London. It perfectly matched what I saw: expanses of countryside, seagulls soaring over desolate industrial sites, small cottages waking up to a new day. And the organ-like sound which first comes in at around 0:58 made me think of the first rays of sunshine playing on the floor of a small empty village church.

I don't even know why, but I'm sure this could only have been written in Britain. Am I becoming a patriot? I think I am...

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