DSC #2: Okkervil River’s Lost Coastlines
March 13th, 2009
Eastbourne, 2007
How does one describe utter desolation, the kind that robs one of speech? All the clichés about the world whirling around is crap, at least for me anyway. I feel a kind of stillness that is almost eerie. It feels like I can almost stumble upon a solution or see a way out if I squint hard enough but it’s not quite it. I clutch the ticket in my pocket and take a deep breath as I turned the volume in my ipod up and up again to try and drown out the voices in my head.
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