live for nights like these

it is here tired bodies lie, perhaps we will get up to dance again. but now we soak up bass beats percolating the sand beneath our bodies. tonight, the weather decided to be amazing, and there is no greater joy than to be here, and feel your lips on my shoulder. the water is within reach,  let’s swim.

farewell old shack. you are the best karmic second life of a shipping container. there’s something eternally magical about dancing barefoot to bbq smells by the sea, and mixtapes rising into the sky, electronic prayers of this city. advanced nations party without roofs!

night of sound and vision. soho in singapore

everyone in this room is in transit. she leaves for bangalore tomorrow and he has just arrived, still smelling like cabin air. he tells me it doesn’t feel like we’re in singapore. perhaps new york? i don’t know, i’ve never been there. but it doesn’t matter, everyone’s brought something for the food x drink pool, and we all drink out of paper cups. i am fascinated with strong beautiful girls with hard hard eyes. they are often found a long way from home.

view from the floor. tengal’s projector against the sky. bootleg clips x sound mash-ups. halfway through, i wished this house was mine.