a year of woods

I didn’t belong and I knew it, and as I naturally and inevitably separated myself from the crowd on the sidewalk, my sight was limited by the atmospheric haze, which obscured much of the terrain – the buildings, the bridges, the traffic – making it appear as something very different from what it had been: from crowded urban center to deserted shore in an instant. I knew it to be an illusion, but it was an illusion so complete I couldn’t help but believe myself actually there.[for synth, electric guitar, cello, and drums] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit briancshort.substack.com