in the passage

masses of idiots march on a tired, an empty face. it is sunday morning and this night had an absinth shape. the phone rings. no way you are going to pick it up. you are heading uptown. every path is useless.

the neon sign reads "the fall is near, all thy herd is in the passage". the bridge is mysteriously untouched. you watch the burning ruins of the castle from it.

the sunbeams are copper blue just like the tattoo on my forearm. right now, my eyes are pearls of the same color. i am going to unleash my brain. i am going to mingle with the neural network of this city. i am going to dive into plethora of pain and pleasure and indifference.

light and sounds. the sky makes me think of eternity. your rhythm is in the way you dance. your rhythm is in the way you fuck. the sky makes me think of concrete it reflects.

voice over: in the end, love is everything that matters.