When you walk somewhere you've never been before you first feel the excitement and satisfaction of discovering the place, but then the feeling is immediately followed by some strange sense of loss that you'll never be able to see it for the first time again. This feeling has a habit of haunting me pretty much everywhere – in life, music, literature – some inexplicable longing to get something or somewhere and at the same time to be always getting there but never actually completing the journey… It's by no means unpleasant – just the opposite – condensed nostalgia which is both happy and sad.