I only listen to Belle & Sebastian because in my head, they remind people I admire of their youths and lost loves. Not real people, just a general sect of people I imagine to be vibrant and interesting, spending listless summer days at university campuses in the early 90s. I imagine them falling in love with a girl who constantly played Tigermilk at her off campus apartment she shared with that art collective they were always intimidated by. I imagine them, now in their 40s, sitting in a handsome study and laughing at how pretentious they were back then. They would pull out Tigermilk and remember her and all the writing pieces they started because they were inspired by her, only to be distracted by her, and the bed sheets, and the smell of grass in the sun.