"I’m leaving my body to science; not medical but physics. Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing. Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground: That’ll be the initial of the one you’ll marry now I’m not around. I flew for seven hours. The sky didn’t once turn black."
— Los Campesinos! - In Media Res
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