It's 11:48 pm and raining. Across the street, everyone is still awake — falling apart, falling in love, trying. You have a camera, twelve frames, and nowhere to be.
Best with sound, somewhere quiet. Everyone in this building is invented; everyone in it is someone you've been. A fan-made art piece — not affiliated with sombr or his label.
Circled in grease pencil. Tap any print to see it large — and to circle the one that stays with you.
people being people — an unofficial fan interlude in the spirit of sombr's rainy, midnight songs. Everything here is procedural: the building, the weather, the people, the song leaking through the wall.