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Not straying.

Jimmy Edgar, Too Shy

"It’s 2012 in Manhattan, the island of cell phones and no clocks. Of dead Blackberry batteries, New Museums, old money—trust funds, angel dust funds, acid rains, and dead brains. Ritalin kids are generic adults living on vampire schedules. The Lost Boys soundtrack is always playing at the Dream Hotel and everyone’s forgotten their iPhone chargers: Yo, what time is it? 

Oh hiii babe! [kiss] What time is it, you say? Well. It’s a time when time’s stopped. 

And I’m spinning like a top."

Cat Marnell, Amphetamine Logic

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How terrifying easy it could all be.

Counting backwards.

Monolake, Discontinuity

Long days, spent navigating languages I don't quite understand.

Bare.

  Alaska, Arcosphere

Radio silence, and a sudden moment of blinding clarity amidst chaos. Finally.

6AM

Mount Kimbie, Would Know

The sound of birds rising, morning breaking open across the streets of the city. Concrete gleams, streets breathe as I walk through quietly, carrying something delicate with me.