This unlocked something in me, a kind of aesthetic I’ve been craving for at least 10 years. The orange, Blade Runnery sunset sky over a city. Something about seeing these sunsets allows me to finally process the dystopian moment we inhabit, and accept the present.
Maybe some little part of me was still holding out hope that the horrors I’m seeing somehow weren’t era-defining, that it could all rubberband back, but for some reason, seeing instead the kind of beauty that signifies a universal lateness of the hour is what locks it in for me.
I can see the people sitting alone in darkened highrises, pondering their options in the fading rays.
This unlocked something in me, a kind of aesthetic I’ve been craving for at least 10 years. The orange, Blade Runnery sunset sky over a city. Something about seeing these sunsets allows me to finally process the dystopian moment we inhabit, and accept the present.
Maybe some little part of me was still holding out hope that the horrors I’m seeing somehow weren’t era-defining, that it could all rubberband back, but for some reason, seeing instead the kind of beauty that signifies a universal lateness of the hour is what locks it in for me.
I can see the people sitting alone in darkened highrises, pondering their options in the fading rays.
I read this as Deckard with Vangelis playing in the background
It’s a great picture, and I love your thoughts and hate to take away from it, but that’s just what a sunset looks like sometimes.
i guess it really is happening