I was looking around old playlists I made and just came across one that had Mile End by Pulp, and yeah it’s one of my favourite songs now, but when I first listened to it, it blew my mind because it represented a kind of “life aesthetics” that I really idealised. Some strange, rough around the edges Joie the Vivre. (Independently ofc of the actual lyrics & commentary of the song, I was a self-absorbed kid lmao)
And now here I am actually living a couple of minutes away from Mile End rd.
What is life indeed.