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    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. Eve… Read More
    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. Read Less
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