Stars of the Lid — Don’t Bother They’re Here [info]

On a plane (to Spain), moon, stars and seat-back screens all aglow, a muted roar and constant small shaking. Hurtling with armrests at 529mph, 30,000 ft. above an ocean 30,000 ft. deep, shoulders hunched, neck bent, head flopped, dreaming intermittently of sailing.