i first heard this song on a now-shuttered website called the sixty-one. the artist had stopped uploading before i became active in the site. all the songs were like this, lovely sonic feats. hearing it today, i think of eliot--"What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
i first heard this song on a now-shuttered website called the sixty-one. the artist had stopped uploading before i became active in the site. all the songs were like this, lovely sonic feats. hearing it today, i think of eliot--"What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Bravo!