Some eight years ago or so when I was a civil servant working on the Isle of Dogs I walked up to Canada Square on my lunch break one day in the winter or early spring after it had snowed. I was by myself and was listening to this:
on my music player. I found myself looking up at these vast monolithic buildings on all sides of me, which were rendered almost supernaturally clean and gleaming by the bright sunlight and coating of snow, and I just thought, well this is it. This is where we've got to, as a society, as a species. We had it good for a while, some of us anyway, and we're now at the end of that period. And there was a poignancy and purity in the music that matched that of the gleaming, aseptic, futuristic space I was in, and before I knew it my eyes were just absolutely streaming.
Just listening to the song again now pretty much set me off.