I should really really go to bed but I can't stop listening to René Marie's album Sound of Red. Her deep warm voice is just gorgeous. #jazz #pastmidnight
https://www.qobuz.com/us-en/album/sound-of-red-rene-marie/axbn74iifb7za
I should really really go to bed but I can't stop listening to René Marie's album Sound of Red. Her deep warm voice is just gorgeous. #jazz #pastmidnight
https://www.qobuz.com/us-en/album/sound-of-red-rene-marie/axbn74iifb7za
Returning home late at night and entering a new day all of a sudden. Shoes filled with candy here and there along the stairs, sleeping rooms behind locked doors. An annoyed cat. Stories of years gone by, another drink and then sinking into a few hours of silence. All the void in between these dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #past midnight #in between dreams
Crossed the line again. Today tomorrow yesterday. Too many dreams undreamt too many visions unpursued for now, the limits of ones own physical, mental self. And the ghosts to thrive again in the anxieties of nightly shadows.
More uncanny phenomenons. Experiencing oneself in uneven states of mind. Briefly awake, unsure where to find a Now between midnight and dawn. Too far from both, too close to both. (Empty street. But at least visible. Some neighbours already keeping their lights alive through the dark and there's a temporary comfort in knowing that. Not filling the lack of dreams, though.)
#outerworld #concrete city #past midnight #where we are not who we are
Rendezvous der Nachtbahnen, schon anderes Heute. Einige müde Gesichter in den Haltestellen. Taschenlampengespenster hinter der Betonbrache. So wenig Licht. Die eigene Aufmerksamkeit geschrumpft zu einem kleinen Glimmen tief drin. Alles andere ist Mechanik.
Close to midnight, out where the paths and the road cross, all senses attached to these surroundings currently devoid of light. A sickle moon, uncounted stars, the screeches of creatures at the edge of the forest nearby. The archaic yet fascinating unfamiliarities of these late village hours.