Future Islands “Walking Through That Door”

For one weekend I want a train with rain on the windows and lights flying by and cocktails and cigarettes and leather jackets and comfortable layers and glittering chains and sly smiles and the laughter of those who can pick you up and put you down in the same sentence.

A breath of life so full you can see it when you exhale.

A moment to use as an album cover.

Even Frankenstein’s monster needed a jolt to get going.

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