//𝙡𝙮. - a view down the valley

Some vaporwave to help end your day. Pretty tight.

Picture by the wonderful Vivian Maier!

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[HarrisonRackemann]

I feel like I’m in a high tension 80s thriller, set in 1989 where I work for a Fiduciary Trust on the 75th floor of a tall building in Manhattan, and I live in an expensive Upper West Side apartment where Ghost-Busters-era Sigourney Weaver is my neighbour. And one day after work the elevator malfunctions and takes me to a wrong floor that has been “under no vacancy” throughout my 5 years at the company, and it reveals a hidden laboratory run by an who seems up to mischief and is running some kind of nefarious scientific operation on American soil, who reacts by sending mercenaries after me, and after I escaping with my life, I am running through the streets of Manhattan (which I haven’t left in 5 years save for business trips to London, which I fly to via concord), and I enter a bodega for something to eat (I haven’t eaten outside a restaurant in 5 years) where a man (a mercenary working for the Woman Scientist)  tries to kill me with a poison pointed umbrella, but I manage to get out and lose him through the streets of Manhattan where nobody seems to notice I’m being chased except for ONE homeless man and his dog. I get home to my expensive Upper West Side apartment (I didn't consider going to the police or FBI) and am on high alert, wiping my sweat with my leather-Hugo-Boss-begloved hand, and throw my on the floor, when another man (a mercenary working for the Woman Scientist) comes up from behind with a wire to strangle me, when Ghost-Busters-era Sigourney Weaver (my neighbour) walks in on the murder attempt because she heard unusual noises - which struck her as odd because I only use my expensive Upper West Side apartment to sleep in (and she has a spare key to water the plants when I’m away on business in London, which I fly to via concord) and I only just survive because she cracked a heavy glass ashtray over his head, and after catching my breath I tell her (not the Police or FBI) the whole odyssey and she becomes embroiled in the whole thrilling mystery for the sake of good cinematic viewing even though the whole affair could be wrapped up with a call to the Police or FBI.

[joeSeggiola]

The usage of the sample (David Arkenstone's Valley in the Clouds) in this is well above avarage, incredible work 👏👏👏

[cede-hfvi]

Big line is going up, I’m the next Warren Buffet