LoveSyntax & Kust
Π― Π²ΠΎΡ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ
ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΠ±Π»Π΅ΡΠΊ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈβ¦ Π’Ρ ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎΡΠΈ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡ?
Yeah, I pick up on those little things, the way a candle's wax drips in the corner or the way a streetlamp reflects off a puddle, and it feels like Iβm looking at the skeleton of a whole scene. I try to record them before they evaporate, but Iβm always a little skeptical about whether my notes are any good. Still, itβs the little fingerprints that make a story stick.