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  It is raining in Taipei  (A Jazz Ballad for a Warm Rainy Day) Left my umbrella folded, didn’t care Stepped into a street that shimmered everywhere Neon bleeding red and green Where the wet world makes a mirror of everything Some dressed in a ghost-white cape Life slips on by—no honk, no haste Just the rhythm on the awning And the smell of Taipei in the rain Oh, rain on the asphalt, warm and slow Where the city leans in soft and low No place to go, nowhere to be Just the rain, just the rain, just the rain and me And when I dry off and turn the key I won’t remember what I saw, you see I’ll remember how I slowed enough to feel That surrender is the only thing that’s real Shhh… just the rain… Mmm, just the rain. Yeah. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private ...
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Navigating Memory and Modern Life

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JFBbennett’s YouTube series explores complex themes of urban isolation, technology’s impact on human emotion, the ephemeral nature of memory, personal growth, and the transient essence of life. Through a unique blend of stark visual storytelling, abstract imagery, and emotive soundtracks, these videos invite viewers to delve deep into introspection and mindfulness. Each video offers a complex commentary on modern life, capturing the viewer’s imagination and prompting reflection on their experiences.

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