This song was written on May 20, 2020
It would seem from the steady flicker of telephone poles outside my window that this train were set, like many aspects of French life, to 120 bpm. As I type, I’m fixated on the cartoonish, lime green fields sprawling out for miles, and imagine a dull kick drum pulse, propelling my train à grande vitesse further south…
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