Aubade (Autumn) by Sébastien Wright

It’s late October, the hour before dawn; numbed by vodka, I stare out at the black landscape, which is empty but for the three red vertical lights of the distant transmitting tower, above it, Sirius, the Dog Star, sits lonely in her vacuum. The room’s growing cold, so I pull the window closed.

In the bathroom, I splash my face with cold water, brush my teeth, and stare at the fragmented reflection in the mirror. Back in the kitchen, I pour another vodka from the freezer. And while the alcohol glows inside me, I look out again at the night then move silently to the bedroom and climb into bed without undressing.

The light is beginning to creep in by the time I fall asleep.


« étoiles d'août » / 19 août / MMXXIV

Sébastien Wright (August Stars / Still Crescent).

In blue winter rooms / in spinal landscapes.

Make Mine Music alumnus.

Ambient.

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