i’m not sure how my musing over a piano piece led me to realise how everything is ephemeral. i sound awfully pretentious.

I’ve been listening to quite a bit of St. Vincent lately whilst studying since my study playlists are beginning to lull me to sleep*, and these little ventures through her discography have, consequently, led me to rediscover this piano piece – this minute of sheer, unadulterated bliss – from a record I haven’t played in years. (Best friend aptly described it as a delicate little flower.) For this music induced such inexplicable euphoria the first time I heard it and rekindled that very same joy now that I’m listening to it again, I thought I ought to share it and, perhaps, make a note of it as well. This way, the music won’t get lost to time. I wonder how much music and memory gets lost to time. (God. Everything’s so ephemeral.)

*No offence to Rachmaninoff, Debussy, or Satie, they’re all brilliant composers. I’m pretty sure it’s my required reading that has been casting this sleeping spell on me. On a side note, all my study playlists are here [x] [x] [x]