descent.

(photo by ginger caravan.)

Beneath the cold concrete again, halfway through the underpass. An eerie, orange glow cuts across your cheekbones, razor-sharp. In your black coat and wrapped in steely remoteness, you’re the one clear detail in the nightmare.

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Scuba soundtracking a lot of late nights, recently; the gaps in between consciousness and half-dreams, covered by darkness. Moody, beautifully-produced sort-of dubstep: crisp beats and innovative rhythms, moody and urbane soundscapes. Headspace/innerspace music.