Unexpectedly alone and out of sorts exploring a foreign town, I felt compelled to listen to my favorite album of all-time over and over on the trip.
“Smeared black ink… your palms are sweaty
And I’m barely listening to last demands
I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath
Where I am”
~ The Postal Service “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”
29mar15. Kamianets-Podilskyi, Ukraine.