Why’s it so loud? There’s no way it’s evening rush hour yet? I can barely see through all the pigeon-shit stains on my window. Damn, I forgot there’s a game today. Yeah, I can hear the crowds stamping on the stadium floor if I listen closely.
Everyday here there are gray skies and traffic lights; piss colored subway walls vandalized with cartoon characters and calligraphy. The city hasn’t seen sunlight since September. It makes the fluorescent advertisements and smokey alley-ways hypnotic. Where does each light stop and start? The city is one whopping watercolor. Does anyone else hear sirens in their head?
I want out; I don’t want out.
I’m exhausted; I’m addicted.
True Beauty; Other Things
The absolute percussion powerhouse Michul Kuun, a.k.a. NAH, has released his debut album under his personal name. Listen digitally or grab a cassette here: