30 March 2026
📌 Sent the letter to the solicitor this evening. Green Lung in the headphones throughout.
Thirteen years in Scotland. And from next month something changes - or begins to change. The paperwork is done, the mortgage is signed, the letter is sent. A small flat in Gourock, also the end of a sentence that started in Bologna in 2013.
the letter
One email. One attachment. Two sentences of covering text. Anticlimactic in form, disproportionate in weight. The kind of thing that takes thirty seconds to send and several years to arrive at. The hills across the water look different at every hour now. I stopped being a visitor a long time ago. I feel part of this country now. The paperwork is catching up.
the music
Bandcamp recommended Fabienne Erni's Starveil - her debut solo album, released two weeks ago. While I was listening to that, the algorithm offered something else.
As the moon was rising
An doorway opened wide
Drawn toward the darkness
I found myself inside [...]
Green Lung. London. 2017. Stoner doom with a folk horror sensibility - Black Sabbath filtered through English folklore, occult imagery, rural mythology. The kind of heavy that doesn't rush.
Woodland Rites first. Then This Heathen Land. The organ lines sit under everything like something old and unhurried. The riffs take their time.
It turned out to be the right music for this particular moment.