Late Night Listening: a home for things that might be fleeting, might be soothing, might be weird, might be soothing and weird. The blogging equivalent of sitting in the garage twiddling radio knobs just to see what might be out there.
They also feel . . . liturgical, I think, is the word that I want. In the sense that they feel like being inside an ancient, dark Romanesque church hunkered down on the headlands, the thick walls and low arches standing as the only refuge against the wind howling outside and rain beating against windows.