Broken hearts tessellate tonight
The last time I heard the word tessellate, I was about nine.
Before me lay a piece of dotted paper with the same shape repeated over and over again. And to be fair, I’ve had very little reason to use the word since then. I always thought it was a good word, though.
Thankfully, those clever chaps collectively named Tokyo Police Club have put it to brilliant use. This is the acoustic version; the electric one is equally superb.