memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it
a quiet remainder of the day
no one else
the self I present to the world
the tree-lined path
leaking through the roof
what you learn to live with
her head on my shoulder
unframed and unhung
eon the wee fat beardy bastard
the luxury of time and space
a brief signal flare of hope
threadbare
speeding down empty roads
transformational arc
brethren poltergeists
each time they kissed they seemed to go further
slow_the_tape Stirling, UK
solo-guitar project of scottish musician/songwriter andrew howie
on-the-fly sonic
chronicles, combining ambient textures with drifting, fragile loops of distorted & delicate electric guitar
album cover photography by @onetenthhero
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