album review
For Emma, Forever Ago
A solitary figure retreats to an isolated winter sanctuary following romantic dissolution, and there assembles a constellation of spectral falsetto investigations of grief and longing. The album became the unwitting progenitor of innumerable epigones, yet its original articulation remains undimmed by season or passing time.
what it left me with
Sometimes the prerequisite for lucidity is solitude in the cold. The ambient noise of the world deafens us to what isolation can articulate.
this is one entry from a wandering list of films, books, shows and albums, kept by someone trying to live a slightly more deliberate life.
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