My commute home last Thursday. Photos.
From my screen, she tells me "Go home, Kevin. You look peaked."
Young love.
"And at the fall of night, the city's made of light"
Plastic look.
BARBELITH COMMANDS OBEDIENCE. (It's OK if you don't get the reference.)
Beneath the feet of the city.
Mind the gap.
Black and white boogie shoes.
Rest.
From my screen, she tells me "Go home, Kevin. You look peaked."
Young love.
"And at the fall of night, the city's made of light"
Plastic look.
BARBELITH COMMANDS OBEDIENCE. (It's OK if you don't get the reference.)
Beneath the feet of the city.
Mind the gap.
Black and white boogie shoes.
Rest.
