Highyoke! šŖ²
On an off-grid surf island in Surigao del Sur for a week, and these were my thoughts during times spent in my hammock. Enjoy :p
04/03 AYOKE
On a hammock, inside a room that has a bed, and yet I am in the hammock. Why is this giving me such joy? Like itās a simulation. Like that episode in Black Mirror.
Ah! Alas! Your highness.
In total solitude, and comfort. Crickets in the background. A little bit of budots, and a whole lot or rawness from the sound of the moment.
Thatās me, thatās me climaxing in my brain. As chopin finishes the final sheet for Nocturne Op.9. The release of feeling.
04/03 LMAOOO
Then suddenly, it was at that moment that she realized something - but she forgot!
But now she remembers! That this playlist has suddenly become more interesting! Magnifique! Fantastico! Bravo bravisimo!!
04/03
What is the time in NYC right now? Why am I suddenly so interested in coming back? Again? Remember the heartbreak it broke you?
04/03
I canāt believe thereās still an island like this that doesnāt have stable mobile network connection and electricity?
What a find, Musni sisters!
04/03
Also, I had no idea the Nintendo Family game called āBinary Landā was a beautiful classic French song.
04/03
Classical piano š¹ is so elegant. Classy. Elite.
04/03
Tchaikovsky is such a talented musician. So impressive.
04/04
Raw representation of life in the form of a photograph.
04/04
And it was at that moment that I heard teardrops on the roof, gently caressing the piece of tin that caught him.
04/04
A memory of Burbsies playing the piano.
Oh, okay. Itās you again Chopin!
Tonight, this hammock was established a ārefuge stationā recognition.
04/04 6 things in one frame š¼ļø .
04/04 Sunset hills and pleasurable things.
Spot the frog.
For no one.
Attention crabbers. šš¦
Little cups
Damn, circumstance, you make good accidental beauty.
The eerily sad reality of mining āļø in a town off the coast.
04/04
So Iām back in classical again.
04/04
Grindr. Taken in a town stripped beauty from mining.
04/04 Beauty of dreams.
A moment of silence to only appreciate the beauty of dreams. And allow your imagination to roam the inner depths of your soul until you find that memory a breeze caressing the green green grass. Allow your ear to hear that.
04/11
Why canāt ferry lines in the Philippines allow me to pick a room or a bed or a seat?
04/11
I could barely hear an airplane passing when on a ferry. The latterās steam overpowers the flying engine.