Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective.
Sometimes for our own sake, too....
Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside....
razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings,
sunsets swallowed by darkness....
Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin.....
An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions
.. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
