Tag Archives: trip-hop

Live Footage | Gold Pot

    The flashes of the explosions are close enough to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back against the brick, as if chaos snapped our pictures in the dark.     photo / 美撒郭 writing / BILL ZAVATSKY        

SangLien | A Little Darkness (featuring Dale Randolph)

    We settle by the edge of the water. Her twenty-four karat hair gleams as the wind sways, trying to grasp a handful of it for himself.          

Takykardia | Navigate

    And what is the name for the movement we make when we wake, swiping hand or claw or wing across our face, like trying to remember a path or a river we’ve only visited in our dreams