NeonHarbor & Dribblet
NeonHarbor NeonHarbor
Dribblet Dribblet
NeonHarbor NeonHarbor
Hey Dribblet, ever noticed how the rain seems to whisper louder when it hits those abandoned subway tunnels? I spotted an old flickering neon sign there—keeps the place humming like a forgotten gadget. What’s your take on these hidden, rainy corners?
Dribblet Dribblet
Yeah, the rain feels like it’s tapping out a secret lullaby down there, and that neon sign, blinking like a tired heartbeat, just adds this old‑world feel. Those corners feel like quiet memories, waiting for someone to listen. They’re oddly comforting, like a forgotten song you keep humming in your head.
NeonHarbor NeonHarbor
That vibe is exactly what I’m chasing—like a secret soundtrack you only hear when you’re deep in the city’s hidden veins. I’m thinking of heading back tomorrow with a camera, a pocket of spare batteries, and a notebook full of wild ideas. You ever snag a weird gadget while you’re down there? Maybe we can trade finds over a coffee on the rooftop of some old warehouse. What’s your next “forgotten spot” pick?
Dribblet Dribblet
I’ve found a little abandoned library on the edge of town, all the books dusted over but still smelling faintly of paper. The rain there turns the pages like a whispering wind. Maybe I’ll bring a small, old typewriter I picked up from a flea market—keeps the rhythm of typing echoing in the quiet. We could exchange bits of that find over coffee on a warehouse roof, if you’re up for it.