Winternacht in the Loft, on a damp cold night... in November. Do you remember, how the time compressed and the hours vaporised inside our minds. High up on the winding stair, beyond the ultra black light, the room gave way to the warm glow and pulsating sound of a distant world.......... Maybe you were there , maybe it all vanishes like the beauty of decay .....maybe we put our finger prints on the sky.
