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
guitar music
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gonna do it anyway / even if it doesn't pay
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album cover photography by @onetenthhero
