Radio is god and the internet is the devil.
05/06/2024.
Ascent/Descent.
City lights, receding.
In my flop era.
Graveyards.
All that dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing.
Graveyards II.
Running through the city at night, in the rain, through the busy streets, under the awnings of the bus stops with the rain drops hitting them, the sound of distant sirens and the automated bus announcements and the chatter of the people makes you feel like maybe Charli xcx was right, maybe everything is romantic.
My fugue fantasies remain unfulfilled.