You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.
–Charles Bukowski
A girl confined in a tiny bedroom.
Every night, after midnight when the chaotic city quiets down, she is transported to a different world. Erik Satie’s melancholic composition is her vehicle. Soothing yet something tragic emanates from his piano. She feels like she is the only one (left in the world). The night grows darker and younger, and soon the cramped room itself expands into the Universe. She floats in the dark void of cosmos. Untethered. The possibilities are endless. There might just be hope even.
Now, Erik Satie’s composition reaches its second act and suddenly, to her, ‘alone’ makes sense. The rest of the piece stretches on well into the night, with scant regard for any formal structure or acts.
This is a visual piece strung together with pictures clicked from a modest smartphone camera. Savour it at your own pace. #Bliss