In between writing essays on the nature of intuition on deciding which moral theory to except, arguing whether absences exist and writing a script for a comedy cooking program in French, you find yourself gasping for a break, a chance to properly break free. This can come in big packages, and little packages. This one is both.
Metronomy - The Look
Slowly fading into realism, the blunt words that need to be said very once in a while to your closest friends. You know you should grow up, but is that really what you want to do. Long walks accompanied by yourself. The stabby promenade organ chords take you a place that always stays alive, juxtaposed with the flat snare strikes, the beating drum of life.
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