t_f

sept already?

sitting in the house with the windows open and the radio on. it’s a familiar situation - a day that i’ve lived in 100 ways, with a central core. the meaning of these things are an enigma that will never be understood by anyone else, as my eyes are the window to my soul and my skin feels the breeze that will only blow once in this particular manner and the dj may save the playlist, but the ambient accompaniment to the music is pure in musical truth.

temporality.