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if you are reading this, it means you would steal the car. wait, it means you've already stolen it. if you are reading this, you are reading this from inside the stolen car.
now you start driving down some road at some hour of the night, and you feel lonely but in a good way, the kind that sits in the chest like a held breath, like the world is asleep and like this moment is specifically and inexplicably yours, and maybe you feel lost, or maybe you just think about someone who does, and you keep driving.
there is a light, it's distant and it's turning slowly, you know it's not looking for you specifically but you also know it's finding you anyway… and you drive towards it. you.. and the stolen car.
it is for both the lost and the found, this lighthouse, not the kind that brings you safely home but the kind that sweeps the dark anyway for the ships it might never see, that sends those signals that have to be sent even when nothing comes back.
and then, maybe, maybe, maybe a song comes on, and you forget very quickly to question why it sounds like it already knew where to find you, why it feels like it was made specifically for this road, for this night.
you come to make the meaning yourself, you let the universe experience itself through a speaker in a stolen car… in THE stolen car. and here, finally, you have the road and the light on the water and all the time in the world and you give meaning to everything. you feel connected, even briefly, even just for the length of this one song, to the @music and to the @night and to the @strangers and the @nonstrangers also out there driving, also, in their own way, looking for something that was never meant for them specifically and somehow always was.
if we are reading this, we are all in the stolen car, we are all keeping the lighthouse on, always, for the lost and the found, which is all of us, most of the time.
you would steal the car. but you wouldn't switch off the lighthouse. tune in!
it's a venn diagram… but it's just a circle
derail the conscious mind… an ode to never hearing silence and to hearing it everywhere
existential lullabies and heartsick pastorals, your mind wandering slowly back to your most pleasant memories…and then just past them
tramps like us…
Thank You Based God (╯˘ -˘ )╯
inexorable hooks… melodies that vanish like ether, that kiss like ether… the dreamers in the dreams and the reality surfers
there's echo in this room… does this mean we're never apart?
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radio braquage is a collective project made possible by many beautiful people.
radio braquage is antifascist, antiracist, anticapitalist, anticolonialist, antizionist, feminist and
queer.
pls fuck off if that's not cool w/ you.
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~ you wouldn't download my <3 ~
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