Traveller

A traveler waiting for a train to another time with post-punk

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This suffocating smell of dry leaves, mixed with the tight smell of snowless salt. But running out of the station into the frosty air of another time into a grain field and stroking the ears, like in Gladiator, it becomes fresh in the soul, as if it is no longer December, but the sunset of bright September) and again happily and childishly kicking dry leaves, collecting chemistry work in an armful and stuffing them into a leather briefcase, and again going to an incredibly old cinema, where they show old and not so old films. And in this cramped and surprisingly cozy hall, where there is almost no one, the long-awaited joyful film begins to spin, immersing in bright dreams)

… thank you for coming!