“This place feels outside of time, in a very different way that the Deep Down. I suppose that’s why ‘Century Woods’ speaks so loudly here”
Thank you, Thaddeus, for taking charge of the station as I’ve taken this short trip to the Surface. Every so often the urge simply takes me—consumes me—to visit the world above, to sit amongst the trees. Yes, of course the Fallen Forest and even Dripstone are no shoddy reproductions, but to feel breezes rather than drafts and feel your fingertips upon wood rather than stone…
It is sometimes quite nice.
I believe I will spend a bit more time here, under the canvas of my tent—under the stars. I have purchased a few supplies in nearby Bangor to hold me over. Amongst them is an album by a woman by the name of Lisa/Liza, which I’m finding to be a wonderful compliment to my surroundings. One song in particular, “Century Woods”, stands out amongst them.
I wonder if these “Century Woods” exist as a physical place. I’ll have to ask around on my next visit to town, which will not be for a good number of days I would guess. Alternatively I think I may head further into the North Woods. They have always treated me well.
This place feels outside of time, in a very different way that the Deep Down. I suppose that’s why “Century Woods” speaks so loudly here, Lisa/Liza sounds quite removed from time on this track and I think little bits of magic reverberate in magical spaces—they resonate.
Now, I’m very sorry but I’ve got to excuse myself, the black flies seem to have had a fat year and I’ve got to go collect a bit of moss for the fire to smoke them out of my camp. I’ll be in touch very soon, friend, you take good care of the station. And do not reorganize the record collection, if you would be so kind. Believe me, I know where everything is.
Thank you once again, Thaddeus, I appreciate all you do.