@cstpimentel

Highyoke! šŸŖ²

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 itā€™s 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.

Thatā€™s me, thatā€™s 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 canā€™t believe thereā€™s still an island like this that doesnā€™t have stable mobile network connection and electricity?

What a find, Musni sisters!

04/03

Also, I had no idea the Nintendo Family game called ā€œBinary Landā€ was a beautiful classic French song.

04/03

Classical piano šŸŽ¹ 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. Itā€™s you again Chopin!

Tonight, this hammock was established a ā€œrefuge stationā€ recognition.

04/04 6 things in one frame šŸ–¼ļø .

04/04 Sunset hills and pleasurable things.

Spot the frog.

For no one.

Attention crabbers. šŸššŸ¦€

Little cups

Damn, circumstance, you make good accidental beauty.

The eerily sad reality of mining ā›ļø in a town off the coast.

04/04

So Iā€™m 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 canā€™t 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 latterā€™s steam overpowers the flying engine.