Marcel Winatschek

Night Will Be Forever

That hour between night and morning doesn’t have a proper name. You know it anyway—stumbling out of some party that gave you nothing, and the streets are entirely yours. Not peaceful, just empty. The sky still dark but bleeding red at the edges, the new day forcing itself in whether you wanted it or not.

You’re still running on whatever you were running on back there. Hot and hollow at the same time. There were lessons in there somewhere—you can feel them right now, in your chest, behind your eyes—but they’ll be gone before you wake up. You need to sleep but you can’t land. You just want the whole thing to stop.

This is the mixtape for that. Night Will Be Forever. The last echoes of the party still rattling around your skull, and now this—Toro Y Moi, Radiohead, Little Dragon—walking you the rest of the way home and into the dark where sleep finally takes you.