& deep in the subway tunnels: graffiti on the walls, authors unknown. & emerging onto the streets with a late 90s feeling of eventual financial collapse. A late 90s feeling for lasagna for dinner.
Meanwhile, clubs go bump-bump in the night, lo-fi AF; here be time-swappers. No need for a name or a face. Pure listening in real electronic time. Cigarette breaks symbolizing existential reality of death confining us to a historical timeline.
The smoke melts into the hot spell’s smog that smears the sky.
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