Presently
Thoughts of the future. Future locales. Somewhere between London and Rome and Paris and Berlin. I smell smells that are unfamiliar to the current me. Meats and breads and countryside and petrol and attics, stone, concrete, cologne, perfume, new interiors, hotels, taxis, airports, breath. I see it clearly, even through the Vicodin. A soundtrack provided by Tim Hecker.
