A person called Radio Laika does not exist but if they did, they would be lost in this world. Should they speak, their voice would sound like a mosaic of Kero Kero Bonito and Bombay Bicycle Club.

 

In their eyes you would find a cheerful optimism; In their words, loneliness.

Whether you loved them, liked them, or dealt with them, you would always find a place for them.