TIYSL Snapshot: Will there be enough?
* Raindrops skip and spatter against a liquid mirror, cool, not quite cold to the touch. The sun begrudgingly peels back sheets of night, leaping over mountains, racing across the sea, to paint the first breaths of day across his back. He relaxes clenched fist feeling the ocean wrap around him and, if only for a moment, feels unburdened… weightless… and alive. *
Will there be enough water? by The Dead Weather
TIYSL Snapshot: Everyone
*he turns the ringer off and sits silently, starring at the flicker flash of the answering machine in the dark. Lifting his hand, once again, he finds himself frozen…. unable to press play or delete.*
Hurt by Johnny Cash
TIYSL Snapshot: Dreamt Them Dry
*Shadows swirl, slithering around and over weathered rocks. His eyes settle on the unstable silhouette of a distant shoreline, blurring through the haze of a sweltering summer day. The fading sunlight dances across the water, playing tricks behind his eyes, as crumples the hastily written note in his hand. He lets the stationary slip between his fingers and float to the ground, watching it it skip and slide across the sand and stone. His eyes follow the paper, as it’s blown into then under the surf, before turning to walk away*
Ghost under Rocks (Passion Pit Remix) by Ra Ra Riot





