“Pictures of the things I like -
they go nowhere”
a line that couldn’t have happened in any other age but the current one... had it written down somewhere in the diary long before I started working on the song.
has it ever tormented anyone else at all? this growing private pictorial archive almost everyone has now - of what seems close and relevant and acute enough to make one want to own it as a photograph one moment, but then just stays there settling down to the bottom of the icloud, until the day a curator living inside the phone decides to exhibit it on the home screen without any curatorial statement.