[William Gibson] The edge of a typhoon threw rain horizontally against the glass A sizzle of lukewarm bullets The city was very still Lights were flashing, the air was very new I entered a tunnel and found myself in a narrow world
Narrow puddles of water reflecting fluorescent light It was very curious Like discovering a secret level of society It was an experiment in psychogeography
Psychogeography Psychogeography Psychogeography
Broken shackle You could look down See the water between your toes Bare concrete,empty bottles wraped in plastic A moped against a vending machine
Startlingly organic
Broken shackle More private fantasy, more complex
Psychogeography Psychogeography Psychogeography
Startlingly organic Broken shackle More private fantasy, more complex
Psychogeography Startlingly organic
Broken shackle More private fantasy, more fantasy PsychogeographyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
