photography by devina
no wind is blowing, but the air carries a chill.
the date is just about to change.
—haruki murakami, from after dark
Sometimes i imagine my life as a cup of coffee in the middle of the night, and the heartbeats of mine are the sensual songs of Duke Ellington playing in the background inside a café's dimly-lit interior. i can feel the warmth, the bitterness, a bit of sourness by every sip taken; but i can also follow the beats of the music as my brain helps the tongue to recognize the tastes.
heartthrobs of the night. indifferent faces of the nocturnal busybodies. calls from the dawn. i believe i will never be late to follow the running time. the date is about to change. the morning will come when the gods of eastern skies conjure up twilight. for now, let the night controls the flow of time. it has its own rules.
TIK TOK.
