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  • Static
  • Night. Fog. A Suburb. 
    This is my reaction to the deep sense of loss and loneliness i feel in this contemporary age: we are alone out there. 
    Everything runs but, at the same time, everything is still and that's what i'm trying to focus on. 
    A trip through the night; a cold sensation of absence humidity on the skin, an obfuscating veil covers the eyes. Everything's silent. 
    I didn't manage to escape from there. I'm still there as in quicksand.
    Texts are parts of lyrics or titles of 65DaysOfStatic songs. 
    Click On the Music Player and listen to the night.