066 Parrish Smith

Sitting in your apartment in your underwear and work shirt three buttons open from the top, you sit nonchalant and in absolute boredom on your side-of-the-road-found chair looking out over the beige 0200 blanket of city. Sleep doesnt care about you, so youre stuck staring with dead force out over the ugly industrial side of this city, allowing your mind to fill up with nothing and to become the city itself (hopefully). The chiaroscuro of lights bubbling everywhere like a Pollock painting, the ant-like movement of people and cars and lights and air vehicles, noises of the city become robotic responses from something beyond time and space.


Published: 11 Mar 2015
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