i've been sitting here probably underestimating how grubby i feel. witnessing this mass outpouring of pent-up emotional trauma in parliament last night probably has its effects. no longer seeing death threats as news topics, but as awful things happening to real people. rees mogg genuinely, humanly wounded and thinking how scary it'd be when that bloke came up to his kid and started saying "people don't like your daddy". having a couple of very tangible visions of brendan cox having to sit his kids down and tell them their mum's dead. the general grimness of very gutturally feeling this dark affront to democracy, not as an intellectual idea, but as something more emotional than that.
then there's far less important, but nonetheless annoying things like various bits of technology not working, having to deal with bureaucracy and so forth.
so nothing terrible, but probably feeling a bit more grim than i'd have myself believe.
and then i listened to this and it all went away. it's so unashamedly pretty. a walk in the sunshine with the smell of freshly cut grass. the instrumental sounds like sprinkling of pixie dust. the flute yearns for the innocence of childhood. the song for a couple of minutes takes you back there. to a sunny day in your primary school playground thinking about pokemon and power rangers.
it's so magical and optimistic and exciting and carefree. it's so cute and lovely (not many songs are lovely). an absolute happy world. the magic roundabout. balamory.
it makes you remember how many lovely things there are in life.
twinkling sprites dancing in a forest.