Every song has a shore, every echo has a tide. And here, we breathe life into 72 dissatisfactions whispered softly into the crashing waves.
Static Prelude:
1. Sweet bumblings of a tax form in transit.
2. Progressive waves of casual apathy.
3. Sublime surrender of urban pigeons.
4. Inverted silhouettes of midday dreams.
Scroll down to witness the lyrical rhythm and blues of bureaucratic euphoria.
Static Sophocles:
5. The cup of tea overheated, wisdom forgone.
6. Sandcastles eroded by time's gentle need for irony.
7. Stationary metropolises lost in the ebbing reverie.