Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



I don’t have to go far
To know where you are,
Strangers all give me the news.
I’ve been living the blues
Ev’ry night without you.
— Bob Dylan, Living The Blues

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us
— Amy Winehouse, Back To Black

ThoughtPost-apocalyptic feeling.
LOMO @ Nurture