Built upon the Ashes of Tomorrow.
This Brave New World.
What kinda reality is this, anyway?
essay: #098: Fade Into You
Drowning in the sounds. Of Mazzy Star. "A strangers heart without a home." Haunts me, always. As does the pomp and pageantry. Of Beijing's polluted world. Highways and byways. Of untraveled roads. Sweet soundtrack. For a YouTube world.