This is a fake string quartet (or quintet, if you include the harp, which I really ought to. You can tell I’ve not been properly taught, can’t you) was improvised into Logic as a test of the Play Symphonic Orchestra Gold instruments. Or at least the first violin was, everything else was added afterwards, and then I reclocked the tempo (as painful as it sounds) and dragged everything into something approaching synchronisation.
I did it on a Sunday, I remember that much. I was a Sunday some time ago, though.
The title comes from a line in an unpublished Viv Schwarz novel, which I was reading about the same time, and which the music sort of goes with.