I’m listening to a gorgeous song called Love is so Real- by The White Birch. You might not like it though, but I love it. That sort of has a poetic loveliness to it doesn’t it? You can’t judge the song. It’s the kind of song you listen to when standing in the rain on a green hill, after a funeral, having an epiphany about the fragileness of humanity and how nobody understands. And you’re wearing all black. Then you turn around and the music gets louder as you walk towards the black car, or which a faceless friend has opened the door for you. Yes, that kind of song.