Presenting a new series of experimental, abstract and descriptive writings that reflect and visualise my mood and feelings when listening to new music. Hope you enjoy.
Sunset on a cool September evening in Brooklyn, New York. Leaves are falling from the towering, handsome trees, sky orange, the sun is closing its eyes, preparing itself to sleep. People running, on scooters, men in suits, others with family. Just as I leave the park, clouds start hugging the sky, placing a blanket over the sun, putting it to sleep. Eerie darkness fills the air as I leave the park. Cars speeding by, that good ol’ burning rubber smell fills the atmosphere as I turn to a main road. Cigarette smoke lingers like mist in the morning. Strong smell of tobacco and autumn leaves. It’s overpowering, overwhelming. People shouting and laughing from all directions. Homeless people approaching me asking for a few pennies. I have none. Always keep moving. A cool evening breeze brushing my face. A newspaper suddenly flies into my face. Page 3. Talk of viruses, political corruption, social struggles. Two men, seemingly in their forties, suited up, blabbering about conspiracies and real estate, people watching, pretentious. I lock eyes with one of the two men, frowning. I don’t care for corporate shills. I Keep moving. Catholics reading excerpts of the bible as people rush past them. The stench from trash bags intensifies as the wind blows aggressively in my face. Clouds darkening by the minute. Bicycles speeding along the sidewalk, beeping with a sense of authority. I continue walking, observing the buildings around me, people watching. ELUCID & Von Pea’s Dirtee Deacon (In T.S.O.Pea) playing through my headphones. Life is just about ok.