And you can never see further than your headlights.
I've been reading James A. Reeves blog, Atlas Minor, for sometime now. He did a post a day in 2020, now collected as Notes from the end of a world which I enjoyed.
Moving from New York to Nevada was also captured on the blog, and now he's released this album. Maybe a companion piece to the journey?
From the liner notes
There is a definite sense of driving at night. Shapes looming up, then receding, in your headlights. Standing under the bright fluorescence of a gas station, peering into the dark.
Snippets from AM radio shows weave in-and-out of the slowly evolving atmospheres. Everything covered in a grainy crackle.
I've had this on heavy rotation the past couple of days.
Would make a great companion to some Stars of the Lid.