Film Credits ~ Ólafur Arnalds
I’ve developed a very vivid, specific, involuntary Empty House headcanon surrounding this song.
He looks different. Tanner, broader, shorn. Not quite fitting into his coat like he used to but still refusing to remove it despite the heavy heat of a London morning in June. He turns the knob and ascends the seventeen steps, very slowly, moving underwater, up the stairs to the old flat. To confrontation, to relief, to betrayal, to hope, to the one thing for which he fought to deliver himself. Up to John and his bare feet against the carpet and three years of unwashed teacups and tamped-down, quiet despair. A creak of wood, an exhalation from lungs of glass, an invocation and revocation caught in between two beating hearts.
I’ve come back.
I’ve developed a very vivid, specific, involuntary Empty House headcanon surrounding this song. He looks different....
i’m going to fall asleep listening to this dude’s work