What I Heard About The World is an attempt to describe the world, an attempt, by Third Angel, to hold an accurate picture of the whole world in their heads. A world that seems to get bigger by the day.

There’s a place where you confess your sins to voicemail.
There’s a place where you can buy a cure for loneliness on CD.
There’s a place where fake snow covers real mountains.
There’s a place where the dances only exist in the memory of three old women.
There’s a place where you can rent demonstrators to be angry on your behalf.
There’s a place where you can rent strangers to cry at your funeral.
There’s a place where they listen to a radio station that broadcasts silence.
There’s a place where there are only five official haircuts for men.
There’s a place where, if the army send your Dad overseas, they give you a life-size cut-out version to keep you company.

How on earth can you know all the place you’ve been, let alone the places you haven’t?