In my mind this song chronicles one's departure from a failed utopia.
The paradise is forsaken and its prospects of actualisation gone.
The foliage decays, the rivers dry up, the weeds encroach.
The days speak a strange language.
Of disappearance, of loss, but of continuity, too.
The people, the soul, life has ventured onward.
And that world is marooned, and left
To its quiet existence.
“Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun."
― Sylvia Plath
Song: How We Left Fordlandia
Composer: Johann Johannsson