who are you, when it is all seemingly a void? do you confront or give in to the self that only emerges in emptiness? or do you become consumed by it, losing the sight of self entirely, for there has never been a definitive you in moments like this?
even in much direction-less times, there are those who come to aid with their calming whispers
nothing so certain as rain
light’s guidance in dense fog
softer, lesser known sound of The Raveonettes
peace in private servings
STOP grossly exaggerated by rain-soaked pavements.
Particular clippings
Now & later
Shall sit properly
Particular Moments 