Anyone who has stumbled out of a festival field at midnight knows the peculiar loneliness that follows. The ringing ears, the trampled grass, the sudden hush of a taxi or a kitchen: it feels like a rude betrayal by the universe.
Anyone who has stumbled out of a festival field at midnight knows the peculiar loneliness that follows.
The ringing ears, the trampled grass, the sudden hush of a taxi or a kitchen: it feels like a rude betrayal by the universe.
Most of us respond by putting the kettle on and lying face-down on the sofa.
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Anyone who has stumbled out of a festival field at midnight knows the peculiar loneliness that follows. The ringing ears, the trampled grass, the sudden hush of a taxi or a kitchen: it feels like a rude betrayal by the universe. Most of us respond by putting the kettle on and lying face-down on the sofa.
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