A rabid bat. A spasm of birds, separating in blue on blue. Nostalgia. This day, only before and away. Away. Take a lower look to all that has fallen. An intrusion of soil, separating in green on green. Shards of absence and hunger. A rewriting of us. Look. There is a calling. You are pulled towards a serrated remembering. The cutting in and cutting out of garden shadows. Ghostly abstractions that struggle to find a host.
Enjoying this last weekend of winter, looking forward to the coming of spring, and adding this latest single from Veronica Falls to the list of music that makes me realize I’m nostalgic for the ethereal jangle pop of the 80s and 90s. Whimsical dream noise bright halftone dot color flash and relentless beat. Breathe. Dance. Smile. Love.