Was to post this an Instagram but even Flume is conspiring against me:) . (Anyone remember that 70s Woody Allen stand-up about the mechanical objects conspiring against him...?) . Ivor Novello's We'll Gather Lilacs.. entered my mind looking at Henry Darger at The American Folk Art Museum....my mother used to sing/play that. And the finale of Mahler's Third Symphony always reminds me too for some strange spell...
