Shall we share a taxi ride? The radio plays The Murder Mystery by the Velvet Underground. Our gazes cross in the rear-view mirror. I’m scrolling my eyes. The scene feels like Bonnie and Clyde with our additional partner in crime: the driver. I keep on tightening my seatbelt. Until you open the backdoor, it’s a soft landing to your house on Glotterbust’s ambient chords. Maybe we could have a last drop of wine, and do sensual somersaults synchronized on Pocahaunted’s psychedelic sounds.
