
This image came to me very clearly while listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Javelin.

Tunnels: strange and filled with life that does not care to know us, or perhaps knows us well enough not to wish for further acquaintance. This is a comfort.
This image came to me very clearly while listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Javelin.
Tunnels: strange and filled with life that does not care to know us, or perhaps knows us well enough not to wish for further acquaintance. This is a comfort.