song one is like my Tumblr feed, circa 2012: all wildflowers in Dorset, panes dotted with rain, vintage bicycles, a breakfast table with toasted oats, a big orange bridge hidden between fog banks in my home town... and a million other beautiful things, so far away and out of reach, relegated and dismembered and flattened onto a screen, tangibly inaccessible — because the depth of beauty I want there to be doesn't seem to exist much anymore IRL. Except for here. Except with meant.