Quite a bit later again: New life behind old storefronts, but at this time of day furniture is hiding in the dark. A dance of colours in the appartement across, balcony door randomly opening, closing by invisible hands, cutting music in slices but still senses manage to recognise melody lines and some words along with these. (Yawning and adapting. A city-dark sky and a story of distance and different inner selves. Untold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #all night no moon and sleepy stories #the silence in moments