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Throwing Snow’s Jackals
Throwing Snow - Brujita
Taken from the album Dragons.
get//sleep - get some rest pal [listen on spotify]
Babe | Evenings
Inhale Exhale | NAO
Sleep Sound | Jamie xx
Holdin On | Flume
Mirror Maru | Cashmere Cat
The Wheel | SOHN
Glassbeadgames | Martyn, Four Tet
Colomb | Nicolas Jaar
Angel Echoes | Four Tet
Instant Need | FKJ
Un Vingt | Throwing Snow
Carbonated | Mount Kimbie
Looped | Kiasmos

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devil’s cadence
Skipping down the escalators I'm hit suddenly with icy memories of Mark: Mark the human radiator, Mark furred like a bear warming me through winter, cold fingers clasping mine in his coat pocket. "Do you hold hands?" I asked, and he, as always, bowed to me, said 'yes'. We learned each other by impersonal questions. "What's your favourite part of a woman's body?" I didn't say "my body", so I should have known.
Still, the same sound and scent have triggered me (- my own music, my own perfume); Throwing Snow, electronic cascades like running water; flashback to the forest where we slept together, curled up warm and rustling in his makeshift bed. I wonder now if he was even happy or impaled upon anxiety I couldn't see. The disfiguration must have happened some time: now it looks like someone's taken iron wool to the painting.
I still resent him for it a year on. He left a discord - an incongruence between my image of myself and his of me. That devil’s cadence haunts me frequently. I still resent the happiest I've been, since it was in a club he took me to; I was in limerance with a song, oblivious, delirious and dancing.
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