D E C A Y : T H E T R I V I A L I T Y
D E C A Y : T H E T R I V I A L I T Y
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The journey home has sometimes been a time for reflection and solitude. Time seems to diminished in the darkness of night and music has come forth to comfort these troubled thoughts. Lines seems endless and hypnotising, accompanied by a universal composition of music, a kind of comfort and focus, the lights becomes fragments of memories. The thought of impermanent clouds the senses. |
