87 plays / Created Nov 27, 12
in the coldest bar you've ever been to, a couple of old white-bearded men, scotch in hand, speaks a language you don't know. in the yellow light of the room, thoughts drowned in spirits, you lay on the chair, close your eyes, and listen to the sound of those.
music starts playing, and a story no one ever told fills your mind.
picture by: alison scarpulla