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The Lights in the Deep Dark

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The Lights in the Deep Dark  Night Lights and the Peripheral Sentinel What do you see when driving at night? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The night swallows the road long before the mind settles into the rhythm of the drive. Out here, where the bitumen cuts a narrow ribbon through the vast dark of the Australian bush , the headlamps carve out only the immediate seconds ahead—a tunnel of white glare against an ocean of shadow. Yet, vision at night is never truly confined to what sits directly in the beams. In the peripheral sweep, just beyond the hard edge of the headlights where the eucalyptus canopy dissolves into the black sky, the landscape breathes with another kind of presence. Reflected softly on the wet glass of the side window, the world folds inward and outward at once. The rain-streaked pane catches the amber glow of the dashboard and smears it against the deep gloom outside, blurring the boundary between the cabin and the scrub. And there, riding ...
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Im Missing Out and Wide Awake

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Out and Missing

The city never sleeps, and neither do I. As the sun dips below the horizon, a different world awakens and pulses with an intoxicating mix of energy and mystery.



I'm Missing Out and Wide Awake


Poem

The metropolis lights flicker.

My wide eyes.

My racing pulse.

I'm in fear of missing out.

But when stillness descends.

I am fully awake.


Description

The city never sleeps, and neither do I. As the sun dips below the horizon, a different world awakens and pulses with an intoxicating mix of energy and mystery. Nighttime in a mega city is a spectacle to behold—neon lights cutting through the darkness, the distant hum of traffic, and the allure of something always happening just around the corner. It's in these moments, wide awake and watching the city unfold, that I feel alive, and yet, there's a nagging feeling of anticipation as if I'm missing out on something intriguing.

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Keywords

Megacity nightlife, Nighttime adventure, Urban exploration, Sleepless nights, City sounds at night, Insomnia in the city, FOMO experiences, Nocturnal emotions, Urban solitude, Nightlife creativity

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#MegaCityNights #UrbanExploration #NighttimeAdventures #CityThatNeverSleeps #InsomniaLife #WideAwake #NeonJungle #NightVibes #FOMO #LateNightThoughts #CitySounds #UrbanSolitude #NightLifeStories #NocturnalLife #MidnightMusings






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. 

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To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal  

If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett  


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This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws. Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without written permission of the sponsor is prohibited.
Location: La Trobe St, Melbourne VIC, Australia

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