The setting sun casts its orange hue along the...
At the edge the ocean breathes, its movements...

It was the witching hour
And the only sound that I could perceive...

The wiper blades move in rhythmic motion across...
The air is hot and sticky inside this car, the...

Semi cooled ash dances along the ground,
a lingering heat restlessly calling from a nights...

An old bedside table
Wood-pulp and leather...

The end of the dock,
a darkness tangible...