This would have to be the very start of Waters' venture into the existential angst of modern life. With its roots in the ancient tribe of the Picts in the modernised language of Scotland, the lines are blurred into the psychological torment offered by the likes of a writer like Kafka or Camus, yet offering no answer to quell the anxiety of its utterance. It's a very horrific ride into the zeitgeist of the future, like a lightning bolt hitting fairy-floss as you attempt to consume it.
This would have to be the very start of Waters' venture into the existential angst of modern life. With its roots in the ancient tribe of the Picts in the modernised language of Scotland, the lines are blurred into the psychological torment offered by the likes of a writer like Kafka or Camus, yet offering no answer to quell the anxiety of its utterance. It's a very horrific ride into the zeitgeist of the future, like a lightning bolt hitting fairy-floss as you attempt to consume it.