I’m listening to Midlake, The Courage of Others, I’ve listened to it every day for months, and the last time I drove out to the house and listened to it in the car, the mood of Kubizek’s book spread through me like a memory, as if it all stemmed from my own life. In a way it does, the books I’ve read are as inseparable a part of my history as everything that’s ever happened to me.
