I’d started meeting cynics. This came from a comment overheard at a pub. Someone said how hard it was to reach their second home, loud enough to sound like boasting. The narrator in the book I'm reading says people are much more naive and simple-hearted than we suppose. There’s nothing to say about music that it can’t show you better itself, and, because of this, it has lots in common with fiction. Another character says they love life in spite of all its contradictions. ‘Rugged' optimism never sits well for long though because eventually you can just be given back the rock. I’d prefer eutopia, which is not utopia. No spoilers. Writing this song helped with that. It was also an exercise in making decisions. Like how the ostinato works, or how a sample of a bowling alley crowd, the ball striking pins, in the background for the outro.