96. Bibio “Saint Christopher” Mind Bokeh [Warp]
Moment @ 2:19
Traveling at night was easier for him, but it wasn’t necessarily better. He pretended that the stars were guiding him, that everyone else in the world was asleep while he, the only one awake, could traverse through towns and plains without notice from the unconscious world. In fact, he was just riding on his bike aimlessly, down hills whenever possible to feel the dark breeze fill his t-shirt like a cotton parachute into valleys. Sure, he was eventually going to get to the park to meet with her, but he just had to let the brisk darkness engulf him for one or two blocks more before he made his way there. Each slope at a higher degree than the last, he didn’t realize he was looking for thrills. He just thought it was more life rushing into him, surging him forward into the abyss before he got back to breathing at a normal pace again. On the last one, right before he swooped down it, he saw the picnic tables and pond that sat at the park’s entrance. He listened to the crickets as he gripped the brake tight. He lifted his left foot from the ground, balanced himself on the pedals, and let go. Soon he would be with her. But one more ride first.
