A little refelction meets a little refraction and the late night spectrum of colours bounces around.
In another parking lot, a couple of days later, loosening the shackles, wondering who will follow.
A night that turned from a song I wanted to hear, to songs I'd never heard, to reminiscences about late nights gone by and late nights to come.
"It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet." - Franz Kafka
