The music contained on this little cassette makes me long for isolation in a way few other things have in recent memory. I feel that to experience its true impact I need to find a little fog-shrouded coastal town, and walk the streets completely alone in the early hours of the morning. Dewey sidewalk underfoot, wandering aimlessly, at some point I forget that I am even wearing headphones, and the music blends with the grey 6AM light and the gauzy glow of street lamps minutes from turning off. A feeling of total separation from the world, of being in a place without future or past, where everything is a long, fog enshrouded infinite moment would be crystallized by that combination of music and environment.
Really such a fantasy boils down to a desire to escape from the ins and outs of life; duck out of the hail of ultimately trivial bullshit that makes up a seemingly ever larger portion of our days as we age. At 26 my jejune struggle not to capitulate to the “realities” of day-to-day living is straining from the constant assault of “adult” life. Which just makes these little 20 minute escapes matter all the more.
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