Morning after

You wake up after a gig, everything is a blur, your ears filled with white noise. What was a insides of the 20-thousand seater arena is now a vast wasteland stretching far beyond the horizon. But you can't see any of it - the light of the distant sun blinds your tired eyes, and the whisper of snake is drowned in the white noise.

An oldie, one of the most overfilled things i've done.