LoveSyntax & Kust
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
Π― Π²ΠΎΡ‚ Π΄ΡƒΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ… ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ»Π΅Ρ‚Π½Ρ‹ΠΉ отблСск свСта ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ ΡΡ‚Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ Ρ†Π΅Π½Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΎΠΌ истории… Π’Ρ‹ Ρ‚ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‡Π°Π΅ΡˆΡŒ Ρ‚Π°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎΡ‡ΠΈ, ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹Π΅ Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΡƒΠΏΡƒΡΠΊΠ°ΡŽΡ‚?
Kust Kust
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 I’m looking at the skeleton of a whole scene. I try to record them before they evaporate, but I’m always a little skeptical about whether my notes are any good. Still, it’s the little fingerprints that make a story stick.