The African current. I'm sweating, but I feel so much like "Giardini Di Marzo." Wrapped in a soft armor, a duvet of sounds.
The world passes by and I sweat.
"Async." They are beads of sweat, beads of the soul that you savor when they slowly reach your mouth.
Salty drops that narrate a life. Soundtracks, David Sylvian, savage Cage taming a piano, Alva Note, ambient, field recordings, almond-shaped eyes, orchestras in glitch attire.
And I, in my duvet, finally heard that man shouting ice creams.
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