【Fresh Picks vol.22】Carame/ - No Please （Eng version)
Facing the street, alley, waterfront, back stairs, gate. Leaving the warmth of bed, returning to welcome the new day.
‘Are you sure I came around?’ Hazy recollections of movements, shadows of memories made while half asleep.
‘It was a kind of regret.’ Leaving footprints and forgoing memory in the plains of slumber.
The soul is trapped in its body, it wanders the mazes of time and space. For a year, five years, it can’t be escaped with time.
One breath in, one out. Fading, melting, crumbling, dissipating. Disconnecting from the body, savouring the soul.