Some of the my favorite places are non-places. Long car rides. Airports. Laundromats. Waiting. Time given, deterritorialized, decontextualized, before you have to rematerialize as functional.

On the last day of 2013, Cuddle Formation gifts internet audiences a mediafire link, with the title non-places and the following introduction:

between shifts at my old job, sitting in a cafe, riding the train, watching the trees go by from the backseats of cars…these non-places contribute a lot to life and this year i tried to keep them constructive through reading, failing to learn a second language, and playing with software instruments on my laptop [among other activities]. since it’s the last day of the year and i’m a pro at hoarding recordings, i thought i’d share a small collection of what my unintentionality sounds like.

The songs are zoney, ambient, amniotic. Easy to lose yourself in their hums and easy rhythms, in your head, underground on the J train. Four songs down, Noah sings “sometimes i wish that i could breathe underwater / to get away from everything i know,” and you realize that is exactly what you’ve been doing.