While all the songs past stage 3 were distressing as things began to spiral into oblivion, and stage 1’s songs were sad, stage 2, specifically this song, is the only other song outside the final song in stage 6 to give a feeling of, for lack of better words; miserable sorrow. And I feel like it’s even more miserable without static pops and the inclusion of the lyrics.
I've been moving for about half a year now. My block of flats where I currently live is half an hour's walk from my former home. In the evenings, I often go for a walk near the railway tracks, near where I live now. I like to remember the times I spent there, where I am no longer... It so happened that the last part of the time I spent in my former home fell in the winter. I remember how dark it was when I got up in the morning, and when I returned home, always tired in the evening... My house was already old and quite big, so (and because of the frost, of course) it was sometimes cold there. I really liked spending my evenings by the fireplace, especially Saturdays.... I also remember a lot of those sleepless nights, those when I had something to do and those when I could just put on The Caretaker and stare at the ceiling for hours... Time flies, and I still have dreams about all this, memories keep visiting me... And sometimes it seems to me that some part of my consciousness has not yet come to terms with reality and is still wandering somewhere in the cold abyss, in memories of sleepless nights, of empty and snowy streets on the outskirts of the city, of late-night coffee and a tiny lamp barely shining in the room... This, and a few other songs, are for me a bit of a bridge to memories of those times that I miss so much, but I don't know why...
good ending: your deteriation seems to have ceased. you remembered the story you were trying to tell, the one you kept repeating the start of. maybe you lost some details upon the way, but that's alright. it comes with age, after all.
I just recently have discovered the work of this artist, and I am fascinated by it so far. It sounds to me like something I may have suspected existed, in the back of my mind, but had never actually heard... amazing.
You are in the place you want to be, never go back Moments of whimsical wonder I know there's a sea I haven't discovered, but I could care less Libet's sufficient clearing I feel as if I'm opaque to everyone I've been around A happy place I do not want to escape from Bedded deep in shortterm happiness A relationship with the small moments I now have Mental caverns that don't need Sunshine A happy place I do not want to escape from Miniscule but gleeful moments are the ones I remember best Camaraderie with the lengthy memory I still have This sublime is worthy to find, but I have better things to worry about
