Talking about yourself in the third person. A literary trope. The unreliable narrator. We are all estranged from our own experience. We fasten on to others in an attempt to establish cohesion and pattern for a passage of time which is essentially meaningless and absurd. Discuss. While you're doing so watch the sun rise outside your window.
I'm doing exactly that, while my kettle boils and bath runs.The Besnard Lakes ' The Besnard Lakes are the Ghost Nation' is playing on headphones. It rises in audio splendour rather majestically like light - above a mythical lake appropriately. One you will likely never witness personally but can probably visualise from muscle memory and imagination. From the knowledge in your bones.
It's a smart and resonant record though I suspect its arrived too late in the year to need to be shoehorned into It Starts With a Birthstone's albums of the year. Hey life's a competition Besmard Lakes. Get in line and release your next album in Spring. I can't start getting confused with November on the horizon, the goose getting fat and shopping to do. Nevertheless I dig and appreciate your vibes and sentiments..
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