"dante"

The city hums low, a forgotten melody on a cracked cassette tape, and you’re chasing ghosts in the rearview. That faint glow, a memory of a flashbulb gone off too soon, still burns behind your eyelids. All those promises whispered in the dark, held close and then let go with the dawn.

We found it nestled amongst the flickering streetlights, a quiet witness to a thousand untold stories. It carries the weight of a moment you can’t quite place, but feel deep in your bones.

Filed under: forever gone, but never forgotten.