When I was working in the bookshop a couple years ago, the only peeve I had was how the music kept replaying over and over. Perhaps the only few songs that gave respite was this one. I call it the horse song. The starting sounded like horses cantering in a clap-pity-clap rhythm
The Radio Dept - Strange Things Will Happen
Hearing it again transports me back to the smell of musty bookshelves, hours sitting quietly making cahiers, throwing rubberbands at Cake to fight his imaginery enemy, discovering Rilke in the well of the staircase, nights of deep uncertainty as I walk along the river.
Those days.
Seem so far away.
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