you're the last person on earth during nuclear winter (playlist)

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  • @nobodyplaylists
    @nobodyplaylists  Рік тому +3758

    TIMESTAMPS / (author/s)
    00:00 virtutes instrumenti (kevin macleod)
    04:20 a winter that kills (unworn)
    10:20 the endless city (nowt)
    13:52 secret from the river (repulsive)
    17:20 gray-tinged suburbs (mount shrine)
    27:42 akane's regret (repulsive)
    32:36 a note unsaid (repulsive)
    41:45 empty slopes (mount shrine)
    51:04 last hideout (artur kordas)
    56:28 when will this end? (unworn)

    • @Nellowed
      @Nellowed Рік тому +44

      the first song sorta sounds like a ck3 song like medieval

    • @RandomActivities
      @RandomActivities Рік тому +47

      Spending the night in a parking lot paved with buckled concrete, littered with the carcasses of abandoned busses and trucks, walking around and listening to this. It's very appropriate for the setting.

    • @archlich4489
      @archlich4489 Рік тому +11

      @@RandomActivities Atmospheric!

    • @getnaenaed4222
      @getnaenaed4222 Рік тому +27

      Kinda odd seeing how the first one was made by Kevin Macleod knowing he made this song: ua-cam.com/video/dGbahiIH3dk/v-deo.html

    • @misterfrank8202
      @misterfrank8202 Рік тому +9

      a winter that kills (unworn) maybe gybe?

  • @roydamanna
    @roydamanna Рік тому +6578

    "Dead people receives more flowers than the living ones, because regret is stronger than gratitude" -Anne Frank

  • @TimTV_Club
    @TimTV_Club Рік тому +16312

    I remembered how last winter I often walked in the same places in the evenings (I'm from Russia). Makes you sad and think about being. Suddenly you realize that your century is short and you will not have time to realize much. You look into other people's windows of Soviet high-rise buildings and see different destinies in each of them. Each of the windows conceals its own emotions. Deserted streets and the light of lanterns immerse you in yourself. Such walks for me as a separate type of psychotherapy, it helps me to sort out my thoughts well. I apologize for the confusion, translated by a translator, part of the meaning could be lost

    • @rowanmitchell9928
      @rowanmitchell9928 Рік тому +1313

      You did well. I often do the same here in the US watching small old homes on the side of the road seeing people move and knowing they are people I'll never meet and they have lives, dreams, challenges that I'll never know. And there are millions of these people. suddenly you are both disconnected and reconnected to humanity.

    • @oro7114
      @oro7114 Рік тому +665

      This was beautifully written

    • @TheWestIsDead
      @TheWestIsDead Рік тому +368

      After I read this, I breathed out once and closed my eyes slowly.

    • @canaldodorn839
      @canaldodorn839 Рік тому +175

      very well writen, i feel the same way

    • @diamondstar2979
      @diamondstar2979 Рік тому +272

      Hello, fellow countryman. Your comment caused me a flashback from previous years. I remembered my walk on the morning of January 1. I remember walking through empty streets. There were confetti and traces of the holiday on the snow. It looked doomed. Time seemed to have stopped. Passing by block of flats, music could sometimes be heard from the windows, in these apartments it seemed to be stuck forever. A light wind with snow blew over me. I just walked quietly along these houses in the courtyards and there was an incredible mixture of peace and longing in my soul. I don't know why, but I remember this moment well.

  • @HallsteinI
    @HallsteinI Рік тому +1226

    I'm from Norway and love driving late at night in the winter. A full tank of gas, no one else on the roads. No goals. No rush to be someplace else. Nothing at the back of your mind that demands your immediate attention. Nothing that needs doing. You're just there in the moment. The cold emanates from the windows, but it feels oddly calming because you're warm and safe inside your little bubble. You respond to the car's movements purely on instinct. Perfect solitary meditation.

    • @krisaaron8180
      @krisaaron8180 10 місяців тому +40

      I remember a description of backpacking through India I read somewhere. The writer said he later realized he was never once in a place where he couldn't see other people. That disturbed me. No offense to anyone's homeland. I'll take being the last person alive, or feeling like it in the moment.

    • @PietkaMS
      @PietkaMS 10 місяців тому +14

      i'd recommend having a candle and some tin meat in your car in case you get stuck somewhere and help takes a long time to get to you.

    • @matias12334
      @matias12334 10 місяців тому +7

      As myself from finland I can totally agree

    • @tennure6
      @tennure6 9 місяців тому +4

      This. Done it many times and it is truly a medidative experience.

    • @patrickbateman9722
      @patrickbateman9722 9 місяців тому +14

      What a beautiful and serene picture you've painted! The experience you've described embodies a concept that's increasingly rare in today's fast-paced world: the ability to be truly present in the moment.
      Driving in such conditions offers a form of escapism. The vast, open roads of Norway, especially during winter nights, can be mesmerizing. The reflection of moonlight on the snow, the silent landscapes, and the whisper of the cold wind outside juxtaposed with the comforting hum of the car's engine create a unique sensory experience.
      Many people seek out such experiences, whether it's through late-night drives, walks in nature, or other solitary pursuits, as a way to disconnect, reflect, and recharge. It's therapeutic and offers a break from the constant stimuli of daily life.
      Embracing such moments of solitude and mindfulness, especially amidst the breathtaking beauty of Norwegian winters, sounds like an absolute dream. Safe travels on your nocturnal adventures! 🌙🚗❄️

  • @Voidrad
    @Voidrad Рік тому +197

    This was not how people described life to me, when I was a child.
    I was not prepared for any of this.

    • @elinope4745
      @elinope4745 2 місяці тому +14

      Society demands you lie to children and present a false reality. You will be criminally punished or socially ostracized depending on what lie you didn't tell.

    • @Carphoporus
      @Carphoporus Місяць тому +1

      You are now better prepared to take the truth and face the reality than you would have been when you were a 7-year-old. I am glad I was left my childhood.

    • @SmittyWJManJensen
      @SmittyWJManJensen Місяць тому +4

      Life used to be so simple. I still remember growing up in a little town in California. It wasn't a life full of luxury, but still it was pleasant.
      But then, as decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
      The NCR mobilized its army and set it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.
      Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the river, they gathered strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.
      Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House, and his army of rehabilitated Tribals and police robots.

  • @javieru53
    @javieru53 Рік тому +6621

    Just a reminder that many, if not all, the pics contained inside the playlist are from a real city in Russia called Norilsk. Reality beats fiction every single time.

    • @CrusadingJello
      @CrusadingJello Рік тому +230

      I honestly thought it was somewhere in Canada.
      My city, especially in the winter, has a fog that covers a large portion of the city streets during the winter, especially in the morning. Normally you would barely be able to see the end of the streets, and it eventually fades into either a shade of grey, or white.
      Other times you can barely see a few meters in-front of you, because of the blowing snow that adds to the fog to impair your vision.

    • @cyberreality7774
      @cyberreality7774 Рік тому

      Every single fiction you saw at the cinema is 99% possible. Fantasy isn't real. "Fantasy" is just the code word you give to your subconscious creating the vision of a potential future reality through so called "fiction". Fantasy is reality in fieri.

    • @user-oi9sg7vp6n
      @user-oi9sg7vp6n Рік тому +161

      @@CrusadingJello it's not fog, it's a black blizzard

    • @WindowsDrawer
      @WindowsDrawer Рік тому +86

      Reminder the photos are edited

    • @enderfin1
      @enderfin1 Рік тому +78

      @@CrusadingJello У Вас в Канаде... уверен таких построек и тем более "жилых" домов нет (с грустью)

  • @johnmarston738
    @johnmarston738 Рік тому +4020

    This is exactly what I felt while living in Russia. Morning. Lots of snow, very cold. You're alone with your old backpack, going to school through the streets. Loneliness. The only person you can see is a sad grandpa repairing his Volga, Niva, or some other soviet car. The sadness and tiredness in his eyes, the things he's been through. The world feels so depressed, you realize how short our lives are. You hear someone's mom screaming at their child to wake up. The sound is coming through a window so it's very unclear. You finally arrive at school and study while watching the city slowly waking up through the snow. Same at the night, but you can see people's windows in those high soviet buildings. Everybody's tired, watching TV, drinking tea or something else. You think of life again, about all your decisions and the future.

    • @user-wv3nh9cl3f
      @user-wv3nh9cl3f Рік тому +171

      Не зря же нет точного перевода слова "Тоска" на английский, жизнь в наших странах, я из укр, очень похожая, и то ощущение бесконечного отчаяния, понимания что никуда от этого не убежать, начинает казаться родным, оно будто проникает в тебя. По началу пугает, но потом привыкаеш, такая уж наша жизнь на поприще былого союза, останками которого мы и по сей день пользуемся, имееться ввиду постройки, транспорт и тд.
      Ты не одинок, в этом, нас таких много🤘

    • @widalsuwaidi2390
      @widalsuwaidi2390 Рік тому +59

      I wish for you a happy future

    • @germanlearner22
      @germanlearner22 Рік тому +84

      it’s same in other soviet countries such as Azerbaijan i live in here and i agree with that comment i felt like u was talking about Azerbaijan like that…

    • @fabrizio1655
      @fabrizio1655 Рік тому +3

      Musica, film . hacer cosas. buena vida mi estimado !
      lindo texto, podrias usarlo para algo ! una filmacion o una imagen o un relato ?

    • @johnmarston738
      @johnmarston738 Рік тому +31

      @@widalsuwaidi2390 Thanks, bro, luckily I already moved to S. Korea, but sometimes I miss that creepy-rusty atmosphere

  • @fishlyhatter7246
    @fishlyhatter7246 3 місяці тому +41

    This is Norilsk.
    I was born and raised in this city. This video perfectly captures the atmosphere. Winter lasts for nine months here.
    Half of the year is dark - polar nights. Sometimes, even in July, there can be snow. I remember one summer with almost no sun. It rained literally every day.
    Minus 25 degrees Celsius in winter is considered warm.

    • @paolorossi8470
      @paolorossi8470 Місяць тому

      Are you still there?

    • @fishlyhatter7246
      @fishlyhatter7246 Місяць тому

      @@paolorossi8470
      No, I moved away from there a couple of years ago. I got tired of the harsh climate. But now I really miss that city. It has amazing nature and great spots for snowboarding and snowkiting (in April and May it's warm and windy enough). The best time there is late June to July. It's the polar day, the sun always shines if the weather is good. The snow has almost melted everywhere. You can go hiking in the mountains. Many people have a 52-day summer vacation, and there are quite a lot of people out on the streets at night. Imagine a sunset that lasts for several hours. But then winter comes, and you find yourself in a strange dark and cold sleep that lasts for 8-9 months. If you're interested, you can check out street view panoramas on Yandex Map (similar to Google Street View)

  • @Cohen-bc7fy
    @Cohen-bc7fy 7 місяців тому +163

    "Loneliness is scary because its addicting, once your alone once you realize how nice it is to not be around people and how the human race sucks but its dangerous because being alone for to long leads to being crazy"

    • @PrimericanIdol
      @PrimericanIdol 6 місяців тому +8

      I stopped reading at "your".

    • @Aerixes.
      @Aerixes. 5 місяців тому +1

      yeah.. @@PrimericanIdol

    • @polina.558
      @polina.558 4 місяці тому +4

      how mature of you@@PrimericanIdol

    • @PrimericanIdol
      @PrimericanIdol 4 місяці тому +3

      @@polina.558 It's more immature to not be able to spell.

    • @chadphillips6098
      @chadphillips6098 4 місяці тому

      It's a homophone substitution error; not a spelling error. Udemy has a great English grammar program that you may find helpful. @@PrimericanIdol

  • @arise_femto
    @arise_femto Рік тому +953

    Nuclear winter: a state of extremely cold temperature after a series of nuclear strikes and bombardments which causes an area to become immensely cold, bitter, and covered in a layer of soot and ash - which blots out the sun and causes difficulty breathing.

    • @user-hj9xz5gr3f
      @user-hj9xz5gr3f Рік тому +89

      Literally terrifying.

    • @blvp2145
      @blvp2145 Рік тому +39

      @@user-hj9xz5gr3f A Living Nightmary, that never ends, till you take your own life or brave the long winter alone.

    • @user-iq9vb7eg9i
      @user-iq9vb7eg9i Рік тому +11

      Nuclear winter might be a myth tho

    • @gregjones3534
      @gregjones3534 Рік тому +52

      I have a bad feeling that we are about to find out whether or not nuclear winter is real.

    • @EgorKuzmin
      @EgorKuzmin Рік тому +8

      Nuclear winter? maybe, but type youtube "Norilsk winter"

  • @nadias3886
    @nadias3886 Рік тому +2334

    Like a lot of people in the comments I’m from Russia too. Strangely enough this atmosphere gives me the biggest amount of peace.
    Walking to school on a snowy morning and then sitting in a lit classroom while it’s pitch dark outside. Or just taking a walk and feel the snow fall on your face , while you re freezing . I don’t know , it just feels like home , something that always calms me down. I never felt sadness at those moments. It was exactly the opposite and probably will forever.

    • @FlameIsExisting
      @FlameIsExisting Рік тому +64

      I hope you are doing well currently. Despite everything that is going on.

    • @elysiumgaming2866
      @elysiumgaming2866 Рік тому +54

      dude im from irkutsk, and i hated that shit. Hated getting up early to go to school at 7 o clock when its pitch black

    • @nadias3886
      @nadias3886 Рік тому +35

      @@FlameIsExisting thank you 🙏 waiting till it’s over

    • @ki2348
      @ki2348 Рік тому +37

      This is exactly how I felt as a little kid before I moved to America, whenever there's rain or dark skies in my town during school hours it feels so peaceful.

    • @baldmf6940
      @baldmf6940 Рік тому +13

      Yesterday i was in bigger city of my country and it was snowing and it was like 19 or 20 oclock and i glfelt just really peacefull

  • @jetshooter25
    @jetshooter25 Рік тому +890

    Being the last person on earth is scary but the fear is that you aren't alone.

    • @TheScarletBoi
      @TheScarletBoi Рік тому +160

      It would be more depressing than scary. You'd have nobody to hang out with, nobody to talk to. Just you, alone in an empty world

    • @user-nm8mv9rk5r
      @user-nm8mv9rk5r Рік тому +64

      Honestly I think it would be quite a freeing feeling. Wouldn't feel like people are out to get me anymore.

    • @QueenGrezelda
      @QueenGrezelda 9 місяців тому +74

      @@user-nm8mv9rk5rno bills, no 8 hour job, no people to try and convert you to some religion or political party. Sure it would be quiet and lonely but you’d be free of burdens.

    • @Bluecolord
      @Bluecolord 9 місяців тому +65

      @@QueenGrezelda but then you realize an entire species dies with you like the hawaiian bird named "Kauai 'O'o". the final living specimen didnt know it was the last of its kind and it spent most of its life looking for a mate which would never come and died alone.

    • @QueenGrezelda
      @QueenGrezelda 9 місяців тому +17

      @@Bluecolord that’s alright by me, it’s the end and I’ll just go wander the world.

  • @TheModernCowboy
    @TheModernCowboy 5 місяців тому +59

    “We were always preoccupied by fear of the apocalypse, that we never noticed we were living it”

    • @SmittyWJManJensen
      @SmittyWJManJensen Місяць тому +2

      That's why patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.

    • @auugh43546
      @auugh43546 Місяць тому +1

      @@SmittyWJManJensen GOD DAMN IT

    • @alphagames1174
      @alphagames1174 16 днів тому

      @@SmittyWJManJensen We can't expect God to do all the work

  • @TheM9lta
    @TheM9lta Рік тому +2487

    If you born in cold land, you will love winter and harsh weather from childhood till death.
    It doesn't sadden you, it gIves you peace, and affection for the cold fields and dark snowy forests so dear to your soul

    • @ruslankotov5044
      @ruslankotov5044 Рік тому +133

      oh... I'm a native of the Far North (the Sakha Republic, more precisely), and yes, I can say the same
      this cold, harsh, grim, unhospitable nature has its own unique beauty... once discovered, it strikes you right into the heart and stays with you forever...

    • @needler117
      @needler117 Рік тому +55

      I don't know man. I am from Canada and i have experienced -40c winters. When it gets to that I tend to want to head south.

    • @kaiserxdd
      @kaiserxdd Рік тому +5

      Holy fucking shit

    • @lucho7629
      @lucho7629 Рік тому +28

      Totally true, i like the feeling of the cold wind freezing my face in the morning

    • @OscarLT321
      @OscarLT321 Рік тому +7

      Cold is cool and all until you measure life expectancy due to the pollution it inadvertently brings with it

  • @Kaerimasu
    @Kaerimasu Рік тому +792

    The strongest vibe of northern Siberia. I grew up in the southern part (Kuzbass), and our winters are very similar. The difference is that I lived in an area with private houses. In my school days, I had to get up at 6 a.m. and walk a kilometer in the freezing cold to the bus stop to get to school. It was still dark at this time in winter, and there you were, walking down a completely empty street, the wind howling and wobbling the wires, the snow interrupting the yellow light of the sparse lampposts. I didn't appreciate it at the time, and I didn't think it was any different in any other part of the world. Now I find it very poetic.

    • @mYnAME-ww9iv
      @mYnAME-ww9iv Рік тому +23

      "The man fell in love with the system that mistreated him!"
      But to be serious, I know the feeling. Wouldn't want to relive it myself though.

    • @unrsringrl2601
      @unrsringrl2601 Рік тому +1

      Кузбасс, родимый кузбасс!

    • @ann-mariepaliukenas19
      @ann-mariepaliukenas19 Рік тому +1

      Do you know the UA-camr ‘Siberian Ambience”?

    • @Mythesty
      @Mythesty Рік тому +1

      "THE DEAD CITY - Novosibirsk"

    • @patrickbateman9722
      @patrickbateman9722 9 місяців тому +4

      Your description paints a vivid and poignant picture of life in southern Siberia. Such experiences, though they may seem mundane or even burdensome at the time, often take on a deeper meaning and beauty when viewed through the lens of memory and nostalgia.
      Growing up in such conditions, with the stark contrasts of darkness and the golden lamplight, the cold that seems to seep into your very bones, and the solitary journey to the bus stop, no doubt builds resilience and a unique perspective on the world. There's a quiet strength and poetry to be found in enduring and finding beauty in such harsh environments.
      It's fascinating how certain memories, which may not have seemed significant at the time, become cherished reflections of our past. They shape our narratives, our stories, and our understanding of where we come from. The silence and solitude of those early morning walks, the dance of the snow in the lamplight, and the cold bite of the Siberian winter are moments that remain imprinted in your memory, echoing the beauty and challenges of growing up in such a place.
      Thank you for sharing such a personal and evocative memory.

  • @lil_bunnie
    @lil_bunnie 9 місяців тому +89

    it’s amazing how connected we feel to each other just by listening to this…people all over the world can relate to others so far away from them, finding common ground in a feeling a lot of us don’t really voice 🫢

    • @muslimh-cs5eo
      @muslimh-cs5eo 7 місяців тому +2

      Hi same 🙏🏻😌😌😌😌😌

    • @thedream8838
      @thedream8838 4 місяці тому

      WEIRDO!

    • @Matuatay
      @Matuatay 4 місяці тому +4

      It truly is amazing. I think we would all be very shocked at how easy it would be to connect with most people, no matter where they're from, if we as individuals could let go of our pride and preconceived notions based on things like race, politics, greed and religious dogma. If we could only learn to put those things aside, accept each other's unique differences, and remember how to truly appreciate the little things in life, such as art, it would be a different, most beautiful world.
      I'm as guilty as anyone else in the world for letting things cloud my view of my fellow human being, so I'm not preaching. What you said just struck a chord in me & I felt compelled to voice my agreement.

    • @jeandeville807
      @jeandeville807 3 місяці тому

      Io non mi sento connesso.

  • @ronin8205
    @ronin8205 6 місяців тому +26

    For five months I have been working alone as a surveyor, walking some of the worst neighborhoods America has to offer. I'm over a thousand miles from home, living in hotels with strangers for neighbors. I've been attacked by pitbulls, harassed by drug addicts and dealers alike, and don't feel safe most days. The nights are long and sleepless and I no longer have a girl to go home to (the distance was too much for her), friends or family waiting for me. Now with the world descending further and further into darkness and so many people living in delusion, unable or unwilling to see the evil this world has wrought, the idea of a future seems as bleak as ever.
    At some point, I found a new low in life and stumbled for weeks looking for a reason to continue until something unexplainable snapped in my mind and I've felt a strange sense of peace. The emotions are gone now and all that remains are memories that haunt me and the next day of work. The feelings of quitting or any excitement have left me so now all I do is simply walk. This music strikes the cord perfectly. Thanks.

    • @EmeraldView
      @EmeraldView 5 місяців тому +1

      The end approaches

    • @SmittyWJManJensen
      @SmittyWJManJensen Місяць тому +3

      For years I've been making deliveries. I've traveled through day and night to get everything on time.
      And what do I get as a reward? Two bullets to the head, barely survived.
      Society is not what it used to be. Some days it feels like an 18-carat run of bad luck. But the truth is, the game was rigged from the start.

    • @ronin8205
      @ronin8205 Місяць тому +1

      @@SmittyWJManJensen Funny how the characters in a video game can impart so much wisdom and perspective isn't it?

    • @pendremacherald6758
      @pendremacherald6758 Місяць тому

      @@ronin8205 we don’t know each other, but I want to know that you aren’t alone. Everyone has someone who cares about them, even if they don’t realize it. If the backroads of Appalachia call for your surveying services, I hope you tread them with a sense of peace.

    • @ronin8205
      @ronin8205 Місяць тому

      @@pendremacherald6758 Hi friend, it's been some time since this post and I am home for good now and feeling somewhat better, but that is actually exactly what I did. Spent a weekend in the Smokies with some good Carolina moonshine, truly put some life back in me. Warm thanks from CO!

  • @gildedpeahen876
    @gildedpeahen876 Рік тому +658

    I prefer “sad” ambient music. Overly cheerful music isn’t calming to me-it feels false in a way. This is beautiful, thank you.

    • @georgeharrison816
      @georgeharrison816 Рік тому

      i prefer you...in my bed....after the gym.....

    • @truthoverlies6434
      @truthoverlies6434 Рік тому +3

      Edgy.

    • @gildedpeahen876
      @gildedpeahen876 Рік тому

      @Napalm cheers 🙏🖤🫧🐈‍⬛

    • @ManKMusic
      @ManKMusic Рік тому +5

      Sadness In Not Just Make You Feel Worse, Is Also Teach You A Lesson And Make You Smart

    • @King-balloon
      @King-balloon Рік тому +7

      @@truthoverlies6434 are you ten

  • @MacheteGetsTheWomen
    @MacheteGetsTheWomen Рік тому +871

    Felt inspired by the playlist, so giving this back:
    It’s the end, a world covered in snow.
    I seem the only one alive.
    I’ve traveled for weeks, one small fire at a time.
    A stream of burnt wood and tin cans in my wake.
    One day, there’s a light in the darkness.
    I move directly towards it.
    Contact is worth the potential for death.
    Moving closer, it’s not a fire. Too constant.
    Electric light.
    Coming through windows in the darkness.
    It’s a greenhouse, heated, the windows free of frost.
    There’s a small flower inside.
    A sunflower in the wastes.
    There’s no one there, I enter quickly to conserve the heat.
    I’m unsure of what the source may be.
    There’s a terminal there, I investigate.
    The system is run by a radioisotope thermoelectric generator.
    Providing heat and power, like the spaceships.
    How did it get here, who brought it, and why?
    It seemed too well-designed to be coincidental.
    The sunflower is there, beautiful enough to evoke tears.
    Ah, so there is still some magic in the world.
    It grows slowly upward towards the light.
    I have a purpose now.
    Gardening supplies, fertilizers, urine, introducing new components into the system.
    It seemed to realize what I was doing, its leaves wrapped around my fingers, moving back to the light.
    I set up a track, so that the light source can move during the day.
    The sunflower follows the light, I feel happier to see it.
    The light goes off at what I’ve programmed to be “night.”
    In the dim remaining light, the sunflower is as tall as I am.
    It is looking at me, and as I move it turns to face me.
    It is sentient, somehow, and it is both astonishing and terrifying.
    The black face wreathed by yellow petals like an eclipsed sun, an omen.
    Because I can tell that it is kind, I cannot source my fear.
    I aid it in pollinating, using a system to catch pollen and place it back onto the flower.
    Yet it still looks at me in the dark, the same way it looks at its “sun.”
    Does it see the same light in me, in some way I don’t understand?
    I can tell that it does.
    In this isolation, the flower feels like a person, mute yet intelligent.
    On particularly good days, the flower looks at me even when the light is on.
    On bad days, it doesn’t even look at me in the darkness. It feels lonelier than before.
    Once it goes to seed, I collect them. The flower begins to go. I can tell that it is thankful.
    I’ve begun to plant small vegetable plants using seeds found on my excursions.
    I always plant a few sunflowers alongside them. We keep an eye on each other.
    You don’t realize how much life there always was until you have so little left.
    Someday the sun will come through the clouds again, I’d like to see it.
    Until then, I’ll stand beside this flower, and we’ll open ourselves up to the light we have.

    • @RookTheOne
      @RookTheOne Рік тому +60

      Damn better than any poetry I read in school.

    • @gppv
      @gppv Рік тому +20

      It's amazing

    • @hornymodeisturnedon5699
      @hornymodeisturnedon5699 Рік тому +23

      bro you doing amazing going on!! dont let this masterpiece flop!

    • @tabbathaskye9661
      @tabbathaskye9661 Рік тому +18

      Almost had tears. This struck my heart a bit.

    • @Beatbassbusta
      @Beatbassbusta Рік тому +19

      dammnn some good fcking story in a long time thanks mate

  • @greyeye6371
    @greyeye6371 Рік тому +49

    I love the fall and winter . These photos may seem depressing to some but I find them to be calming , quite and secret . There is nothing wrong with being alone as long as you are not lonely. I am very comfortable with myself . This music and photos are like being with ones self .

  • @user-zg7lz8ds8o
    @user-zg7lz8ds8o 6 місяців тому +20

    I am separated from my family, living my myself in a cabin in the mountains. The days grow colder as I realize that this may never end. This may be my existence.

  • @carlosmagnodealmeida9500
    @carlosmagnodealmeida9500 Рік тому +522

    Writing a book about this. Imagine wake up in a normal Sunday and walk through your house without finding you parents your brother or anyone else. You go outside, and the city is quiet. Then, you go to the web and don't find any new post in any site. That's the moment you realize you're alone as the last human in Earth.
    This ambiance is helping me a lot, dude. Thank you!

    • @user-fc4fn3fv7d
      @user-fc4fn3fv7d Рік тому +52

      It's a really horror shit

    • @user-nv4ci8ji9v
      @user-nv4ci8ji9v Рік тому

      And who and where will generate electricity for all this infrastructure? In addition, the electromagnetic pulse from an atomic explosion will simply burn all electronics. You will die slowly from burns or from radiation sickness. And those who survive will envy the dead.

    • @mikeras3058
      @mikeras3058 Рік тому +40

      Well, in a nuclear winter, you probably won't have any internet at all and also while alone, no chance of repopulation and by then, only one option remains..

    • @anonimo8103
      @anonimo8103 Рік тому +10

      damn it sounds great

    • @joe77andino
      @joe77andino Рік тому +4

      Sounds like a Rapture storyline...

  • @Marilyns888
    @Marilyns888 Рік тому +777

    I was worried about this, I love being alone, but I need neighbors too.

    • @spmoran4703
      @spmoran4703 Рік тому +25

      I feel the same way.

    • @PaxisSpielt
      @PaxisSpielt Рік тому +13

      One of my drems is that i am the last person :|

    • @paytonwilliams82
      @paytonwilliams82 Рік тому +10

      I don't

    • @thewatermelon3831
      @thewatermelon3831 Рік тому +18

      i need to live in a less densely populated country for sure

    • @tiaraios
      @tiaraios Рік тому +51

      @@paytonwilliams82 You think you don’t till you actually have none. Knowing you’re the only one left in the world can make anyone go mad.

  • @adilusa
    @adilusa Рік тому +127

    тот кто рос и жил в России никогда не забудет серость спальных районов осенью или зимой. Я был во многих странах, но нигде не испытывал подобного чувства. Оно одновременно и отталкивает и в тоже самое время тянет к себе. Иногда, перед сном, я вспоминаю как смотрел по вечерам в окно из хрущевки на улицу или на окна соседних домов, думая о том что каждый светлый квадрат в ночи готов рассказать целую историю. Историю счастья, удачи, любви, неудачи, трагедии. Уже 16 лет живу в США, но иногда хочется приехать в Россию и вечером пройтись по этим районам. Очень четко передает настроение фрагмент из фильма "Дурак" где герой идет по ночной улице под музыку Цоя

    • @Russ0phobe
      @Russ0phobe Рік тому

      Ночь, зима, стая бродячих собак где-то вдалеке разрывает какое-то тело, вокруг никого акромя редко проезжающих машин
      Завтра на работу, в окружении конченных людей, как и по всей стране вокруг тебя

    • @tolkras8218
      @tolkras8218 Рік тому +6

      У нас в ХМАО не так мрачно. И зимой и летом солнце, особенно красиво осенью.

    • @Vladimir-1989-Krym-RUS
      @Vladimir-1989-Krym-RUS Рік тому +5

      @@tolkras8218 , ну, думаю, он, как подписант Варламова, Невзорова и Каца, вряд ли УЖЕ способен "видеть" что-то "не мрачное" в образе современной России.. Тем более, оттуда..

    • @Dmitr0Cirrsa
      @Dmitr0Cirrsa Рік тому +4

      Sonder называется. Осознание того, что каждый яркий квадрат в этих хрущёвках и каждая точка на дальней трассе - целая жизнь и история, которую ты никогда не познаешь.

    • @SorosDjordg
      @SorosDjordg Рік тому +4

      Фото похоже на фото с крайнего севера, вот там холод и в обед уже темно и 9 месяцев зима, вот там тоска так тоска...

  • @Indigo_404
    @Indigo_404 Рік тому +26

    This almost reminds me of my childhood in a rural place in New England. Seeing the cold, silent mountains at night. Going for walks when the night was blue and the sky was only one color, with no moon or stars.

  • @j.j8839
    @j.j8839 Рік тому +505

    This feels like that one winter night where a close friend and I went to a long abandoned factory.
    It's in a pretty secluded area, so when we stood on the roof 20 meters above the ground, we were greeted by the sight of an icy, foggy wasteland with the cold wind eating away at our skin.
    It felt like we were reigning over a post-war world.

  • @joaovitorlima7457
    @joaovitorlima7457 Рік тому +451

    Would be very interesting a movie about one person that lives in a post-nuclear world, and are completly alone, fighting for survive. Not knowing if there is someone else in the earth and searching for that. And he always feels as being followed by someone, but there is nobody.

    • @exodus1055
      @exodus1055 Рік тому +40

      Very interesting, if anyone knows related movies on this subject let me know

    • @tkfeelg1902
      @tkfeelg1902 Рік тому +7

      Me too

    • @gregjones1427
      @gregjones1427 Рік тому +64

      The Road starring Viggo Mortensen doesn't offer quite the same sense of loneliness that you're looking for, however its unique post-apocalyptic world and sense of dread overarching throughout the film make it one of the best in its genre. Very much a sense of fighting to survive in a brutal, bleak, and callous world.

    • @AlanGonzalez-rw9xm
      @AlanGonzalez-rw9xm Рік тому +37

      I Am Legend

    • @michaeltallon9341
      @michaeltallon9341 Рік тому +14

      On the Beach is a book and made-for-tv movie about the last survivors "on the beach" in Australia, waiting around to die. At one point a submarine makes an expedition to visit what they think is a distress signal, only...I won't spoil it for you. Very good, sad stuff.

  • @SharkOnWheels
    @SharkOnWheels Рік тому +25

    I don’t live anywhere near cold, but this playlist hits on another level. Whenever I stay up late and everyone else is sleeping on what feels like another plane of existence, this is what it feels like. It’s cold in the house and it feels any second I could switch to somewhere where I am unwelcome and something knows I am there.
    Sorry if this is weird but that’s what is feels like to me

    • @Matthew-iv6ez
      @Matthew-iv6ez 11 місяців тому

      I'm,, wondering whose tire marks those are?! Don't they say who took the pic??? I seen one lady going to get groceries.,people go out in wintertime, why aren't they here!?

  • @nombre_gen3rico_
    @nombre_gen3rico_ 10 місяців тому +19

    The people or person who gathered the songs, ordered them and took the time to edit the video is a genius. It's amazing how as the video progresses, it tells us a story without saying a single word. Thanks

    • @normalguy5208
      @normalguy5208 16 днів тому

      **In the Winter of a Dead City**
      In a winter’s grip, I wander alone,
      Through a city’s bones, its spirit flown.
      A nuclear tempest had swept away
      The pulse of life, leaving decay.
      Once bustling streets, now silent and bare,
      Echo faint whispers of despair.
      Snowflakes fall like silent tears,
      Covering the ruins of forgotten years.
      Buildings stand as hollow shells,
      Monuments to forsaken hells.
      Windows shattered, doors ajar,
      Silent testimonies to a world now far.
      I tread through frostbitten streets,
      Where the cold and silence meet.
      The air is thick with ghostly sighs,
      A frozen requiem under leaden skies.
      No voices laugh, no children play,
      No souls to chase the chill away.
      Only shadows and memories blend,
      In this desolate world that has no end.
      The market square, once full of cheer,
      Now harbors only dread and fear.
      Stalls collapse under winter’s weight,
      Silent victims of a cruel fate.
      Statues, frozen in mid-gesture,
      Stand as relics of lost pleasure.
      Their eyes seem to mourn the time before,
      When the city thrived and hearts could soar.
      Each step I take leaves a print,
      In this land of snow and tint.
      But no one follows, no one sees,
      The solitary path of frozen pleas.
      The park, where lovers used to meet,
      Is now a grave of snow and sleet.
      Benches buried, fountains stilled,
      A poignant reminder of dreams unfulfilled.
      I pause by a lake, now iced and gray,
      Reflecting a sunless, endless day.
      Beneath its surface, life lies trapped,
      Echoing a future that’s collapsed.
      Bridges span from shore to shore,
      But lead to nowhere, forevermore.
      Their arches strong, yet cold as stone,
      Guarding the secrets of those once known.
      Streetlights flicker in a futile fight,
      Against the encroaching, eternal night.
      Their feeble glow, a dying plea,
      To rekindle what used to be.
      Through alleyways, narrow and tight,
      I wander deep into the night.
      Each corner turned, a deeper chill,
      As if the city tests my will.
      In a square, a clock tower stands,
      Its hands frozen, time unmanned.
      Each chime it rings is swallowed whole,
      By the empty silence of a broken soul.
      Snowflakes whisper of the past,
      Of times too precious, too brief to last.
      They dance and fall in mournful grace,
      Kissing the remnants of this forsaken place.
      In this desolation, I’m not alone,
      For the city’s ghosts have made it home.
      Their presence felt in every stone,
      A silent choir, a spectral moan.
      The whispers grow as night descends,
      Telling tales of tragic ends.
      Of lives once vibrant, full of dreams,
      Now scattered in the icy streams.
      Each building, a mausoleum tall,
      Holds memories within its walls.
      Echoes of laughter, cries of pain,
      Reverberate through the frozen rain.
      I find a door, half off its hinge,
      And step inside, as shadows cringe.
      The room within, a picture frame,
      Of shattered life, of loss and shame.
      A table set for a meal unserved,
      Chairs that wait, their fate reserved.
      Plates with dust, cups turned down,
      Symbols of a vanished town.
      I close my eyes, and I can see,
      The lives that once thrived here with me.
      Faces lost in a fleeting breath,
      Caught in the web of sudden death.
      Outside, the snow begins to fall,
      A silent shroud over it all.
      I step back out into the night,
      To wander on, a lonely fight.
      For in this winter, cold and deep,
      The dead city and I both keep
      A vigil for the world we knew,
      A mournful watch for what we’ve lost anew.
      The wind picks up, a bitter gale,
      Carrying with it a sorrowful wail.
      Through empty streets and hollow halls,
      It sings of past, as nightfall calls.
      In the heart of this forsaken place,
      I search for signs of a human trace.
      But all that’s left are shadows gray,
      Of lives that time has swept away.
      And so I wander, through endless night,
      A solitary figure in the pale moonlight.
      In this nuclear winter, cold and stark,
      I am the last, bearing the mark.
      Of a world once bright, now cast in shade,
      A memory that will never fade.
      For in this silence, deep and vast,
      I hold the echoes of the past.
      Each step I take, a mournful tread,
      Through the city of the silent dead.
      A journey through a world once known,
      Now turned to dust, to me alone.

  • @alinagavriliuk
    @alinagavriliuk Рік тому +246

    omg finally there’s the whole video with images of Norilsk (my hometown). That is my childhood! Love it some kinda.
    ~51:07 we used to sit and walk on such heat-wire pipes when we were kids.
    the most pleasant thing is to lay down wearing tonnes of clothes layers underneath in snowy empty area and to hear nothing (absolute absence of any noise, as if it’s void) but your deep breathing while there’s polar darkness everywhere or on the contrary there are too bright sun freezing rays making your eyes constantly screw up but making you feel happy. best feeling ever, can compare only with diving into water

    • @ki2348
      @ki2348 Рік тому +10

      The things about just laying in the snow with layers on is so relatable. I'd like to lay like that with the snow hugging me for hours if i could.

    • @rebeccamartin2399
      @rebeccamartin2399 Рік тому +8

      There is a special silence that you only experience in deep snow, I absolutely love it.

    • @fqrainy
      @fqrainy 10 місяців тому +3

      Currently living in Norilsk? I wish to visit many russian cities someday because the winter and beauty loneliness.

    • @Tatokala
      @Tatokala 10 місяців тому +1

      Interesting. True that its very polluted because of nickle industry there?

    • @annasondera6154
      @annasondera6154 4 місяці тому +5

      @@Tatokala Yes, it's true. I am from Krasnoyarsk, which is located in the same region as Norilsk, but to the south. Krasnoyarsk is also a polluted city because of the aluminum factory, and there is often a black sky over the city when there is no wind. My mother, who still lives in Krasnoyarsk, says that people feel a lump in their throat when they breathe this air outside. Krasnoyarsk is the capital of the region, and it's so bad there, and in Norilsk it's even worse.The further away you are from the center of the country, the less everyone cares about the environment. It's like Districts 12-13 from the Hunger Games - regions where minerals and resources are valued, but nature and people living there - not.

  • @Preludedraw
    @Preludedraw Рік тому +211

    I'm south east asian, it's not cold or lonely, it's only crowded, noisy, loud and as dumb as things can get, but this theme is how i always feel.

    • @koizhu
      @koizhu Рік тому +18

      Lonelinesses are always similar

    • @angelab4652
      @angelab4652 Рік тому +15

      Makes you wonder how we can feel so lonely with so many people around

    • @patrickbateman9722
      @patrickbateman9722 9 місяців тому +5

      It's fascinating how feelings and emotions are universal, transcending specific environments and cultural backgrounds. Even in the midst of a bustling Southeast Asian city, with its myriad of sounds, sights, and scents, one can feel a sense of isolation or yearning for tranquility. The internal landscape of our emotions doesn't always align with our external surroundings. Themes of solitude, introspection, and seeking peace resonate with many, regardless of where they come from. Music, literature, and other forms of art often tap into these universal themes, allowing people from all over the world to connect and find common ground.

    • @Goutham1826
      @Goutham1826 9 місяців тому +2

      Very relatable

    • @SyndicShadow
      @SyndicShadow 4 місяці тому +2

      That's cool man... you must not be like the others

  • @user-fc9td5jh4w
    @user-fc9td5jh4w Рік тому +112

    Как же меня захватывает ностальгия... многие картинки сделаны либо в Норильске, либо в других близ лежащих городах. Я сам родом из Кайеркана (это в 40 минутах езды от Норильска) и такая погода всегда была очень частым явлением. Самое ужасное, стоит заметить, была именно метель, а не крайне низкая минусовая температура. Невероятные ощущения испытываешь, когда сидишь дома, а за окном ТАКОЕ... но в этом было нечто непостижимое и мистическое.

    • @h3alpm396
      @h3alpm396 Рік тому +9

      боже мой, я тоже жила в Кайеркане до 4ого класса, потом переехала в Норильск с 5ого по 9ый классы, но каждые выходные ездила к бабушке в Кайеркан..сейчас так скучаю по северу, после 9ого сразу переехала на материк с родителями и за все 5 лет так и не смогла привыкнуть ни к людям, ни к климату..

    • @NillGrey
      @NillGrey Рік тому +5

      А я до сих пор живу в Талнахе,не хочу уезжать,прирос к северу.

    • @pallidi6606
      @pallidi6606 Рік тому +2

      Это сгенерированные картинки, если что

    • @h3alpm396
      @h3alpm396 Рік тому +11

      @@pallidi6606 это фотографии Кристофа Жакро, +сама прожила в Норильске до 16 лет и я по вашему не узнаю родные пейзажи?

    • @elenayelenovna3776
      @elenayelenovna3776 Рік тому +2

      ​@@NillGrey привет Талнаху)

  • @Anansi1701
    @Anansi1701 Місяць тому +5

    So happy to have nobody back!! Don't know the full details but glad these playlists are accessible again.

  • @gamingwithquancena4989
    @gamingwithquancena4989 Рік тому +348

    Growing up in Minnesota, this song reminds me of the coldest parts of winter, especially at night when no one is even driving, let alone outside. Just silence for as long as you want to be out there. Nothing is moving, nothing is happening, it’s peaceful

    • @Sayansundupov
      @Sayansundupov Рік тому +17

      Yeah, this is just feels magical when no one is outside, snow falls slowly and there is you being the only person on the street in the midnight.

    • @mw1932
      @mw1932 Рік тому +5

      Well spoken! I love our Minnesota winters! There is nothing else like it out there! Makes projects that much enjoyable!

    • @willc3697
      @willc3697 Рік тому +8

      I’m a wannabe author, and I take pride in trying to write down scenes like those. Campfires in the forest, quiet snowy nights, morning fog over a dim sunrise. I enjoy writing those things. It makes me feel like I’m there with my characters. Or at least close.

    • @robosoldier11
      @robosoldier11 Рік тому +4

      I feel that way sometimes when I'm near the ocean. I live near the coast so every so often during the summer nights you can walk out sit in the sand and look up at the dark sky. If your lucky its clear and the moon hangs out illuminating everything. No one around you for miles. No cars. No nothing. Just you and the sound of the waves.

    • @summerczarnowski685
      @summerczarnowski685 Рік тому +3

      Hey I was hoping to see other midwest folks in here! I'm from North Dakota and I feel a very similar way about it.

  • @teleportedfunk
    @teleportedfunk Рік тому +17

    I spent both summers and winters in Murmansk, Russia and it were the most beautiful travel experiences in my whole life. This music is great, i can listen it all night long. Thanks for upload.

  • @Scott767300
    @Scott767300 6 місяців тому +8

    The snow absorbs sound and eliminates echo so everything sounds “compact and tight”. Nothing like being outside in those conditions 👍👍

    • @Avaitor_YT
      @Avaitor_YT 5 місяців тому +1

      Never seen snow in my life.

    • @Scott767300
      @Scott767300 5 місяців тому +1

      @@Avaitor_YT You are missing out!

    • @Avaitor_YT
      @Avaitor_YT 5 місяців тому +1

      @@Scott767300 I always knew but this was the first person from up north to actually tell me that their weather is good. It is hot and humid where I live. Christmas is usually 70 degrees f where I live.

  • @FallacyAsPraxis
    @FallacyAsPraxis Рік тому +134

    Why am I so attracted to these scenes and these types of music? How weird is it that most of my life I’ve felt like that person in the coat at the end of the block in the first frame?

    • @7medwed7
      @7medwed7 Рік тому +31

      I think: its because our generation was born into a World, where capitalism has won. Our lifes has absolutly no other sence then consuming and our future is most sertain ends in a devastating war. We dont realize it. We feel it.

    • @phillipalexander2701
      @phillipalexander2701 Рік тому +1

      Kinda weird.

    • @lambn25
      @lambn25 Рік тому

      @@7medwed7 this world is now a world which is filled with quick fix entertainment, fill with worthless and temporal satiation
      this reduce us to noting but drones and once we break form the cycle we see the world for what it truly is. An Nihilistic world devoid of any meaning nor true purpose

    • @sunderland666
      @sunderland666 Рік тому +25

      @@7medwed7 Such original lefty response. What does capitalism has to do with sense of loneliness and solitude? You think people in Africa or China won't feel the same? You think if you fight for a drop of fresh water or for your social rating points, their life have more sense and they won't be attracted to such scenes?

    • @ronocerusw2640
      @ronocerusw2640 Рік тому +1

      @@7medwed7 Oh for fucks sake

  • @Bunnsaitree
    @Bunnsaitree Рік тому +848

    I could only imagine how somber the atmosphere would be, almost complete silence (disregarding mellifluous bird tune, the rustling leaves tousled in the wind and your own breathing) there would certainly be a hyper awareness. Maybe suddenly hearing your eyes blink due to lack of noise, or feeling watched despite being mostly alone. But you’d be awaiting a painful death, what will you run out of first? Food? A will? Sanity?
    Maybe you’d even play a radio, ignoring the constant static of most any electronics, the raucous sounding of ‘so this is Christmas’ echoing through the empty street. Empty stomach, missing the warm Christmas meals and gift giving. An insatiable loneliness and a perpetual melancholy.
    And oh the loneliness. Maybe it’d drive you insane, or perhaps you’d enjoy it (at first at least) but then suddenly you’re talking to yourself, laughing awkwardly and quirking a brow at a stupid thing you say. Suddenly it’s a head tilting over your shoulder, desperate to see other human life forms. Was loneliness always this striking? Or is it now only so mentally debilitating because usually it was consensual?
    Regardless, I imagine anyone would suffer a loss of sanity after a while. Contact, even brief, even lacking communication. Even if it’s just scrolling through social media and crying. It keeps you there, least you know there’s someone else. But in this case? No one. Just captured history and lost lives.

    • @humorous5953
      @humorous5953 Рік тому +47

      I honestly couldnt agree more. It would be nice at first I think, we never take the time to realize how loud the world actually is. I think it would also be scary though, the thought of being completely alone. It would drive most people insane.

    • @Bunnsaitree
      @Bunnsaitree Рік тому +42

      @@humorous5953 yeah, I imagine the first week or so you’d be relatively sane, albeit lonely, but since humans thrive on human connection I don’t doubt there’d be a descent of sanity shortly after. I think it would depend on the person and how often you let your thoughts roam.

    • @adrock4737
      @adrock4737 Рік тому +29

      This is a good thought experiment. I don't think there would be any birds at all though, at least for a long while.

    • @nick.p.9328
      @nick.p.9328 Рік тому +12

      I don't ever want this to happen, so I'd prefer to read a book or watch a movie about being in such circumstances.

    • @hoguemusic9706
      @hoguemusic9706 Рік тому +17

      @Terrorists Win Why does everything have to be cringe all the time?

  • @EnglishAndFilm
    @EnglishAndFilm Рік тому +8

    This, at 32:36 and onwards, triggers intense feelings of yearning. Soft, gentle, unyielding nostalgia for a time long lost - not the world as it is, but world with pristine, untouched biosystem of this wonderous planet, hurtling through the void, with frozen tundra, unending, lush forests teeming with life, intertwined, pulsating with ancient, miraculous living energy that, somehow, came to be. In a flash, compared to the billions of years of space, a miraculous, incomprehensible moment of marvelous life, only for it to disappear and dissolve into elements hurtling through the void. This moment.

  • @nevada9580
    @nevada9580 Рік тому +17

    man this reminds me of when I used to play a highly modded Fallout 4. It was modded into a winter survival, and I just spent a long time wandering around looking at everything just struggling to keep my character alive and warm. I almost died of hypothermia more than 10 times that run. What made it worse was that if I died, that was it. End of the run. I’d have to make a new character. It was so fun and yet so terrifying, and I loved every second of it.
    Winter survivals are such a fun game idea. This fear of the cold is something that I see few have, so a winter survival game that’s well made can install this panic and fear into a person. I used to live in Wisconsin, so the snow was very intense at times. Whenever I pause while shoveling snow, I imagined what it would be like to try and survive a blizzard in the 1700s. Being filled with desperation, and this fear of the cold and blinding white. And in 2023, we still can be easily bested by Mother Nature when we aren’t prepared.

    • @drrisen-9442
      @drrisen-9442 Рік тому +1

      Ey, Wisconsin represent. I hope you’ve tried The Long Dark, you’ve basically described it perfectly.

    • @vanillawaffle7303
      @vanillawaffle7303 Рік тому +1

      Another great winter survival is a dlc campaign in the game rainworld. To me this music fits perfectly to its atmosphere.

    • @mercury4885
      @mercury4885 10 місяців тому

      midwest represent! it's not first person survival, but i've gotta recommend Frostpunk to anyone who likes the cold & the struggle. they just announced the sequel as well!

  • @diasharma153
    @diasharma153 Рік тому +974

    Dude you're titles give me a sense of doom. The kind I crave. I don't knowwwww.

    • @maxcadysigma
      @maxcadysigma Рік тому +31

      Yes, also that place looks like nordisk in Russia. Darkest city in the world

    • @spmoran4703
      @spmoran4703 Рік тому +14

      @@maxcadysigma it probably is vodka is the cure for that.

    • @legalparanormal
      @legalparanormal Рік тому +13

      @@spmoran4703 Vodka is the cure for every sadness-related disease.

    • @Ersunn
      @Ersunn Рік тому +3

      I feel the same

    • @wildkeyboard7049
      @wildkeyboard7049 Рік тому +2

      Same

  • @repulsive1908
    @repulsive1908 Рік тому +91

    Hey man, thanks for the feature. Im a really big fan of your work and it was a big surprise to hear my music here. Really put a smile on my face :)

    • @naus1kaae
      @naus1kaae Рік тому +11

      I love your pieces in this dude, so heavy and foreboding. akane's regret is like a world within itself. I dont know what the kind of music in this video is called but its all so cold and voidlike I can't get enough. definitely gonna check out your other music

    • @ghiderusval4282
      @ghiderusval4282 Рік тому +4

      What's your song/creation of the playlist?

    • @jjokkomi24
      @jjokkomi24 Рік тому +7

      @@ghiderusval4282 secret from the river (13:52), akane's regret (27:42), and a note unsaid (32:36) :)

  • @-TheCrisisNight-
    @-TheCrisisNight- 4 дні тому +1

    this reminds me of when I played Stray for the first time... finding all the little catnap spots, walking around the slums, exploring the apartments... beautiful

  • @jemusandran1575
    @jemusandran1575 Рік тому +24

    Patrolling the icy streets almost makes you wish for a nuclear summer.

    • @normalguy5208
      @normalguy5208 16 днів тому

      **In the Winter of a Dead City**
      In a winter’s grip, I wander alone,
      Through a city’s bones, its spirit flown.
      A nuclear tempest had swept away
      The pulse of life, leaving decay.
      Once bustling streets, now silent and bare,
      Echo faint whispers of despair.
      Snowflakes fall like silent tears,
      Covering the ruins of forgotten years.
      Buildings stand as hollow shells,
      Monuments to forsaken hells.
      Windows shattered, doors ajar,
      Silent testimonies to a world now far.
      I tread through frostbitten streets,
      Where the cold and silence meet.
      The air is thick with ghostly sighs,
      A frozen requiem under leaden skies.
      No voices laugh, no children play,
      No souls to chase the chill away.
      Only shadows and memories blend,
      In this desolate world that has no end.
      The market square, once full of cheer,
      Now harbors only dread and fear.
      Stalls collapse under winter’s weight,
      Silent victims of a cruel fate.
      Statues, frozen in mid-gesture,
      Stand as relics of lost pleasure.
      Their eyes seem to mourn the time before,
      When the city thrived and hearts could soar.
      Each step I take leaves a print,
      In this land of snow and tint.
      But no one follows, no one sees,
      The solitary path of frozen pleas.
      The park, where lovers used to meet,
      Is now a grave of snow and sleet.
      Benches buried, fountains stilled,
      A poignant reminder of dreams unfulfilled.
      I pause by a lake, now iced and gray,
      Reflecting a sunless, endless day.
      Beneath its surface, life lies trapped,
      Echoing a future that’s collapsed.
      Bridges span from shore to shore,
      But lead to nowhere, forevermore.
      Their arches strong, yet cold as stone,
      Guarding the secrets of those once known.
      Streetlights flicker in a futile fight,
      Against the encroaching, eternal night.
      Their feeble glow, a dying plea,
      To rekindle what used to be.
      Through alleyways, narrow and tight,
      I wander deep into the night.
      Each corner turned, a deeper chill,
      As if the city tests my will.
      In a square, a clock tower stands,
      Its hands frozen, time unmanned.
      Each chime it rings is swallowed whole,
      By the empty silence of a broken soul.
      Snowflakes whisper of the past,
      Of times too precious, too brief to last.
      They dance and fall in mournful grace,
      Kissing the remnants of this forsaken place.
      In this desolation, I’m not alone,
      For the city’s ghosts have made it home.
      Their presence felt in every stone,
      A silent choir, a spectral moan.
      The whispers grow as night descends,
      Telling tales of tragic ends.
      Of lives once vibrant, full of dreams,
      Now scattered in the icy streams.
      Each building, a mausoleum tall,
      Holds memories within its walls.
      Echoes of laughter, cries of pain,
      Reverberate through the frozen rain.
      I find a door, half off its hinge,
      And step inside, as shadows cringe.
      The room within, a picture frame,
      Of shattered life, of loss and shame.
      A table set for a meal unserved,
      Chairs that wait, their fate reserved.
      Plates with dust, cups turned down,
      Symbols of a vanished town.
      I close my eyes, and I can see,
      The lives that once thrived here with me.
      Faces lost in a fleeting breath,
      Caught in the web of sudden death.
      Outside, the snow begins to fall,
      A silent shroud over it all.
      I step back out into the night,
      To wander on, a lonely fight.
      For in this winter, cold and deep,
      The dead city and I both keep
      A vigil for the world we knew,
      A mournful watch for what we’ve lost anew.
      The wind picks up, a bitter gale,
      Carrying with it a sorrowful wail.
      Through empty streets and hollow halls,
      It sings of past, as nightfall calls.
      In the heart of this forsaken place,
      I search for signs of a human trace.
      But all that’s left are shadows gray,
      Of lives that time has swept away.
      And so I wander, through endless night,
      A solitary figure in the pale moonlight.
      In this nuclear winter, cold and stark,
      I am the last, bearing the mark.
      Of a world once bright, now cast in shade,
      A memory that will never fade.
      For in this silence, deep and vast,
      I hold the echoes of the past.
      Each step I take, a mournful tread,
      Through the city of the silent dead.
      A journey through a world once known,
      Now turned to dust, to me alone.

  • @sobermet2130
    @sobermet2130 Рік тому +92

    I was raised and still live in the city which once was called "steppe Norilsk" by someone who lived in Norilsk. Just imagine all this pics but in sepia and sand instead of snow. I can say it's pretty hard to live here, especially if you're already depressed and lonely, but i stay strong and wish you too

    • @divavodkaa4983
      @divavodkaa4983 Рік тому +1

      So you are still living in it ? How’s is it ? Are you happy or would you like to move somewhere else ?

    • @thenonsenseguy9639
      @thenonsenseguy9639 Рік тому +2

      stay strong king

    • @tril6838
      @tril6838 Рік тому +1

      whats the city name?

    • @divavodkaa4983
      @divavodkaa4983 Рік тому +3

      @@tril6838 Norilsk, a city in Russia

    • @tril6838
      @tril6838 Рік тому +4

      @@divavodkaa4983 they said that it got nicknamed after norilsk its not norilsk

  • @katehampstead6024
    @katehampstead6024 Рік тому +10

    My god, this is beautiful. Who know being on earth during a nuclear winter could be this beautiful.

  • @jallera5035
    @jallera5035 6 місяців тому +3

    I used to walk/bike to work in Minneapolis winters at 3AM, and it remains one of my favorite experiences. Cold, dark, and no evidence of any other living beings, with the exception of street lights. My footsteps or wheels turning and the wind were the only sound. A perfect melancholy-solitude that was beautiful and full of peace.

  • @lobanja9789
    @lobanja9789 Рік тому +97

    this feels so nostalgic, and so similar to me. Im sad, but also happy at the same time. I think that this is the feeling that every human feels when it's time to die.

  • @parkouremaster
    @parkouremaster Рік тому +290

    Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter

    • @PsychoticGirl2023
      @PsychoticGirl2023 Рік тому +26

      Great reference soldier, take this modified NCR anti material rifle. We ride against ceasers legion at dawn.
      FOR THE REPUBLIC AND FOR HOOVER DAM!

    • @jonathanneal1319
      @jonathanneal1319 Рік тому +4

      I was beat to it by a whole 2 months.

    • @devilglory
      @devilglory Рік тому +8

      if the legion breaks through our defenses, I've got one bullet I'm saving just for me

    • @thelegion4698
      @thelegion4698 Рік тому +9

      Ya know, when I took this assignment I was hoping there'd be more gambling and booze

    • @commandereevee2902
      @commandereevee2902 Рік тому +1

      Key word is almost

  • @barbiesversion
    @barbiesversion Рік тому +3

    this is a lovely playlist, thank you so much for posting. sometimes i have a hard time concentrating when i'm studying but this has a soothing effect and it really helps me focus. so thank u!

  • @amymacdonald9611
    @amymacdonald9611 Місяць тому +2

    I come from Canada, and some winter nights has this feeling to it. Everyone inside their homes, a distant dog barking in the distance, the highways are deserted. Everything is quiet and still, and nothing but snow is moving. During these specific nights, I’ll bundle up and take a walk. No one else is outside or stirring, all the blinds are closed as if people don’t want to accept the cold. But I do, the only one willing to walk through that dark night.

  • @mm_wa
    @mm_wa Рік тому +115

    this playlist reminded me of the old days. for some reason, when I think about my childhood, dark, cold winter days pop up in my head. I live in Murmansk, which is the northernmost part of Russia beyond the Arctic Circle. in winter, there are Polar nights here, this is when the sun does not rise at all in 24 hours or rises for a couple of hours. I remember the incredible cold and darkness, the longing of childhood. this worries me, because childhood should not be associated with something gloomy. I remember falling snow sticking to my eyelashes, dim lanterns in the middle of a dark sky, burning windows with completely different lives. they are all living people with the same feelings and problems as me. it gives me a strange feeling of peace, despair and calm. in a sense, these memories are very familiar, but still disturbing

    • @emperah8948
      @emperah8948 Рік тому +3

      Damn, do you still live there?

    • @olejad70
      @olejad70 Рік тому

      @@emperah8948 А что не так? Я не понимаю.

  • @thegamewanderer1458
    @thegamewanderer1458 Рік тому +222

    Such a desolate setting but beautiful in a way. Very inspiring and atmospheric playlist. Also, I love that you included a peice from the Darkwood OST, I love that game so much.

    • @ogyama7753
      @ogyama7753 Рік тому +3

      Which soundtrack is from Darkwood?

    • @Get-Fucked
      @Get-Fucked Рік тому +1

      @@ogyama7753 51:04

    • @xyzq9633
      @xyzq9633 9 місяців тому +1

      i am glad to see others fans of this game here :)

  • @hkoizumi3134
    @hkoizumi3134 7 місяців тому +5

    I don't know why but I wish I was in this situation. I like the solitude of it all. It's peaceful and yet sad. I feel like whatever I accomplish there, it would mean the world to me and for nobody else.

  • @stalkerslayer1209
    @stalkerslayer1209 6 місяців тому +3

    "Cold, alone and death.. that's all"
    -The Crimson Stalker

  • @thatguyintherain3168
    @thatguyintherain3168 Рік тому +69

    This is why I love music. How else could you express that feeling of absolute loneliness and despair? Maybe with powerful words but music is something even stronger. Best combination is words with music.

    • @carlhammill5774
      @carlhammill5774 7 місяців тому +1

      when you find inner peace you will never be lonely ever again. the truth lies in your inner self not external world.

    • @thisaccounthasbeensuspended
      @thisaccounthasbeensuspended 4 місяці тому

      It's so weird how we just created machines that vibrate air in different ways and make us feel things..

  • @Vixus
    @Vixus Рік тому +18

    Perfect damnation (Dec 2022)
    It had been years since the bombs fell, and I was the last person left on earth. At first, I was terrified and alone, scavenging for whatever supplies I could find and constantly on the lookout for any other survivors. But as the years passed, I began to embrace my solitude.
    The world was peaceful in a way it had never been before. The constant hum of traffic and chatter of people was gone, replaced by the quiet rustling of the wind through the bare trees. I spent my days exploring the empty streets, scavenging for whatever I could find and tending to my garden.
    I learned to find joy in the simple things: the warmth of the sun on my face, the taste of a freshly-ripened tomato, the soothing sound of a stream running nearby. I began to appreciate the beauty in the devastation, the way the ruins of the city seemed almost poetic against the snowy landscape.
    As the years went on, I began to feel a sense of purpose and peace that I had never known before. I was the guardian of this empty world, the last person left to tend to the earth and preserve what was left of humanity's legacy. It was a lonely existence, but it was also a fulfilling one.
    In the end, I was content to spend the rest of my days in this peaceful, nuclear winter world, knowing that I had found a sense of belonging and purpose in the aftermath of destruction.

    • @athenafromgreece707
      @athenafromgreece707 6 місяців тому

      I'm surprised no one has commented on this before, but this is absolute beauty. I've always imagined complete solitude as this. May I suggest a title?

    • @swapzilla1012
      @swapzilla1012 5 місяців тому +1

      I’d feel much different about it. I’d feel scared, sad, lonely, I wouldn’t look around at the beauty, because there is no beauty in my eyes. I love the snow, but good god it scares me.

  • @totzania7319
    @totzania7319 4 місяці тому +4

    Thank you for this playlist, it's perfect. It's freezing in Moscow now (since the new year) and I'm reading "Terror" by Dan Simmons. Your playlist suits this atmosphere quite well!!

  • @matthiasungar130
    @matthiasungar130 Місяць тому

    Das Video und die dazu verwendete Musik drücken die Depression, Hilflosigkeit und die Einsamkeit des Menschen in dieser Welt zu sein, aus.
    Bestes zusammengestelltes Video von dir, und die dazu besten Themen. Hervorragende Arbeit! Das Video fesselt mich immer wieder aufs neue! ❤👍

  • @OhSPY.
    @OhSPY. Рік тому +42

    And the man, alone amidst frozen streets dressed by winter's careless sigh, winds of melancholy and a withering chill, looked skywards to the boundless veil above wreathed in a heartless sheen of grey, a pair of golden rings in his hand, "Is this the destiny you promised me?"

    • @Kain1805
      @Kain1805 Рік тому +2

      Sounds beautifully sad, is it a quote? If yes from where?

    • @OhSPY.
      @OhSPY. Рік тому +4

      @@Kain1805 Was just letting my mind wander a little there. 😊

  • @clarimonde3613
    @clarimonde3613 Рік тому +84

    They say ... "Imagination creates reality"... Sometime would be better to avoid and go playing with something else, especially in periods like this ...

    • @gman1857
      @gman1857 Рік тому +9

      i like seeing smart people like you in the comments of youtube videos

    • @budigaboi8275
      @budigaboi8275 Рік тому +8

      I feel like humans like playing with the most dangerous toys unfortunately...

    • @buboune6546
      @buboune6546 Рік тому

      @@budigaboi8275 but they dont like to deal with the effects of playing with these toys

  • @AtticusHatzis23483
    @AtticusHatzis23483 Рік тому +2

    Thank you for sharing this gem.

  • @wherami
    @wherami Рік тому +5

    absolutely beautiful. brings joy to my soul

  • @nhhfdyhvdfghh
    @nhhfdyhvdfghh Рік тому +51

    Кто-нибудь узнал на фото самый крупный заполярный город на планете? Люди там исключительные! И учился и жил там, и творчески работал, и любил.... Всегда считал лично для себя, что "живу на другой планете", и судя по сухой и холодной погоде, "скорее всего на Марсе"... Ещё считал, что в метафизическом смысле "север это место на планете, откуда всё начинается".
    Спасибо за плейлист! 🎼🎵🎶

    • @Denis-qw7jy
      @Denis-qw7jy Рік тому +3

      Прекрасный город...
      Каждый день вспоминаю о нем

    • @imberry6701
      @imberry6701 Рік тому +1

      Давно Норильск стал крупным?

    • @nhhfdyhvdfghh
      @nhhfdyhvdfghh Рік тому +1

      @@imberry6701 поинтересуйся в википедии об этом, да и всё.

    • @sleepingzzz4705
      @sleepingzzz4705 Рік тому +1

      Самый крупный заполярный город это Мурманск.

    • @KCAHDPIK17
      @KCAHDPIK17 Рік тому +4

      А сам автор имеет отношение к этому городу? Просто удивительно, что автор нашёл это фотографии. Я вообще по первый фотографии узнал, что за город, но не поверил, пока не увидел мечеть)))

  • @axolotlsupremacist4831
    @axolotlsupremacist4831 Рік тому +65

    Traveling the Nuclear Winter almost makes you wish for the Mojave.

    • @erch_24
      @erch_24 Рік тому +7

      ahh New vegas my favorite game

    • @BlinJe
      @BlinJe 10 місяців тому +2

      very good, sir.

    • @maxsiemens304
      @maxsiemens304 Місяць тому

      Yeah one extreme to another hahah.

  • @anuseater69
    @anuseater69 10 місяців тому +5

    the most specific playlist ever made
    but the most best

  • @vicranger6876
    @vicranger6876 Рік тому +4

    It is almost impossible to describe the beauty of the stillness, to others who want busy all around themselves. I love the sound of winter , both from the wind and the quiet from just snow and cold . The occasional train somewhere far far away and maybe another hearty animal or person going about life.

  • @drakeruiz2826
    @drakeruiz2826 Рік тому +44

    Sometimes it feels kind of nice to listen to these melancholy playlists that are more calming than depressing.

  • @ruslankotov5044
    @ruslankotov5044 Рік тому +157

    это прекрасно. это звучит в точности как мои детство и юность, проведённые в далёком якутском промышленном городке посреди тайги...

    • @DizzaryGhost
      @DizzaryGhost Рік тому +19

      Я аж подпрыгнула, увидев Норильск) Но он запомнился мне более цветным

    • @U.T.E.O.T.
      @U.T.E.O.T. Рік тому +3

      @@DizzaryGhost Он до сих пор таков.

    • @interestingman6934
      @interestingman6934 Рік тому +2

      Ah bon c'est vraiment comme ça en Russie ?

    • @chelovekes2093
      @chelovekes2093 Рік тому +3

      @@interestingman6934 Приезжайте к нам, увидите всё сами)

    • @user-fy2cu8hg1z
      @user-fy2cu8hg1z Рік тому +3

      @@interestingman6934 Россия большая.Везде по-разному😉

  • @Nicolae_Mew
    @Nicolae_Mew 4 місяці тому

    Your track selection is top-notch. There are so many dark ambient uploaders on UA-cam, but very few capture the mood I'm looking for as well as this channel.

  • @a.w.3438
    @a.w.3438 Рік тому +44

    The first month of the Pandemic shutdown I was walking back from getting groceries from the supermarket and there were so few people walking on the street. The people who were walking with me went to another direction and I was left alone. I was then living in a bustling city where it seemed it doesn't sleep. Around me there were no taxis, no buses, no motorbikes, no trucks...nothing on the road. I look up at the late afternoon sky and it feels like even the birds were gone. it was scary. There was a couple walking on the bridge above me and I felt then that this is what the end of civilization might feel like.

    • @janeth3905
      @janeth3905 Рік тому +2

      Personally I loved going out during that time. I actually went out often just to walk or drive. Having the street to myself was actually nice. I find comfort in solitude. I enjoy my time with family but I don't mind being in my own company.

  • @s8n123
    @s8n123 Рік тому +16

    If you are the only surviver after nuclear war
    It's scary to survive alone
    But it's more horrifying when you find someone

  • @livonian_knight9351
    @livonian_knight9351 Рік тому +5

    Unlike most of the people here, I’m from America… and sometimes… I really think about how this could be our future, how sometimes the winter may be unending and forgiving…

  • @evanlloyd2870
    @evanlloyd2870 6 місяців тому +2

    Each day is greyer then the one before, some day all the trees in the world will have fallen. It’s already difficult to breath, impossible some days.

  • @bornofstardust5910
    @bornofstardust5910 Рік тому +15

    There's really no silence on Earth quite like a clear moonlit night, snow on the ground, no wind. Just you, the pale blue snow, and your thoughts. I've always found it so surreal and peaceful to be alone in the hours after midnight walking in the snow.

  • @burjalmadre
    @burjalmadre Рік тому +21

    Weird to fantasize and simultaneously be horrified of such a scenario.. Theres like some super super super dark beauty to be found in it somewhere...

    • @emersonborges3570
      @emersonborges3570 Рік тому

      The scary thing doesn't m You know what really scary is, you know it can come true

  • @therealnoxdog
    @therealnoxdog Рік тому +5

    17:21 track really hit hard my dog died back in 2021 and I can't help but go through all the memories of me and him

  • @ocjok3r
    @ocjok3r Рік тому +4

    Listening to this at the gym right now. I feel so melancholic lately…I find solace in this music. It expresses emotions I feel that I cannot put into words.

  • @korloq8968
    @korloq8968 Рік тому +24

    Check out "If These Trees could talk", all of their music makes you feel like you're surviving in the mountains after a nuclear winter, pretty chilling stuff

  • @h3kk552
    @h3kk552 Рік тому +20

    I love these playlists, it really promotes a kind of emotional paradox, two conflicting emotions in this case probably hopelessness and peace creating a really one of a kind feeling, it really puts the soul in unease yet it is also a place of peace, these mixing of emotions creates a completely new world that is, in my opinion the most refreshing thing.

  • @MACE_HINDU
    @MACE_HINDU 6 місяців тому +3

    I get this kind of feelings when im in the desert go about 15 minutes and all quiet and peaceful

  • @SarahGl
    @SarahGl Рік тому +1

    “Веселье у нас никогда не живет и не ценится само по себе, а его нарочито поднимают из-под спуда как средство умерить русскую сонную тоску. Подозрительна внутренняя сила веселья, которое живет не само по себе, не потому, что хочет жить, а является только по вызову печальных дней.»
    Эти слова Максима Горького как никогда лучше описывают наше состояние сейчас. Эта серость, этот леденящий душу холод. Все такое родное, близкое.

  • @cloveraniumfreezingraine7870
    @cloveraniumfreezingraine7870 Рік тому +62

    Охренеть, это нереально атмосферная музыка, с нотками отчаяния, с нотками грусти но в тоже время надеждой, которая еще ютится в человеческих сердцах, людей, которые еще остались жить на земле.
    Upd: Кстати, забыл добавить, что музыка напомнила о фильме "Письма мертвого человека", там атмосфера очень подходящая.

    • @Swimintex
      @Swimintex Рік тому +4

      Да, фильм "Письма мертвого человека" очень впечатляющий... Несколько месяцев назад посмотрел его впервые, и до сих пор под впечатлением. Особенно при нынешних-то событиях...

    • @cvdirecto5008
      @cvdirecto5008 Рік тому

      .

  • @mooncaje
    @mooncaje Рік тому +13

    I have so much nostalgia from this. On the 19th of august (2022), at 12 am I found this playlist and listened to it. I had a flight at 5 am and left at 3am and for some reason it makes me feel a certain type of way which is positive of course. When I listened to it I was so intrigued in nuclear winter and I did research when I came back. Then I realised that this was a memory that may not seem special but was. Thanks for this playlist. Feels empty but I like it.

  • @Bewaffneter_Rauber
    @Bewaffneter_Rauber 5 місяців тому +3

    This comment section is very philosophical and I love it.

  • @nzzb0
    @nzzb0 Рік тому +3

    50 mins in, tought i'd need to listen to this always on youtube. saw that you've made the playlist on spotify, youre a legend

    • @normalguy5208
      @normalguy5208 16 днів тому

      **In the Winter of a Dead City**
      In a winter’s grip, I wander alone,
      Through a city’s bones, its spirit flown.
      A nuclear tempest had swept away
      The pulse of life, leaving decay.
      Once bustling streets, now silent and bare,
      Echo faint whispers of despair.
      Snowflakes fall like silent tears,
      Covering the ruins of forgotten years.
      Buildings stand as hollow shells,
      Monuments to forsaken hells.
      Windows shattered, doors ajar,
      Silent testimonies to a world now far.
      I tread through frostbitten streets,
      Where the cold and silence meet.
      The air is thick with ghostly sighs,
      A frozen requiem under leaden skies.
      No voices laugh, no children play,
      No souls to chase the chill away.
      Only shadows and memories blend,
      In this desolate world that has no end.
      The market square, once full of cheer,
      Now harbors only dread and fear.
      Stalls collapse under winter’s weight,
      Silent victims of a cruel fate.
      Statues, frozen in mid-gesture,
      Stand as relics of lost pleasure.
      Their eyes seem to mourn the time before,
      When the city thrived and hearts could soar.
      Each step I take leaves a print,
      In this land of snow and tint.
      But no one follows, no one sees,
      The solitary path of frozen pleas.
      The park, where lovers used to meet,
      Is now a grave of snow and sleet.
      Benches buried, fountains stilled,
      A poignant reminder of dreams unfulfilled.
      I pause by a lake, now iced and gray,
      Reflecting a sunless, endless day.
      Beneath its surface, life lies trapped,
      Echoing a future that’s collapsed.
      Bridges span from shore to shore,
      But lead to nowhere, forevermore.
      Their arches strong, yet cold as stone,
      Guarding the secrets of those once known.
      Streetlights flicker in a futile fight,
      Against the encroaching, eternal night.
      Their feeble glow, a dying plea,
      To rekindle what used to be.
      Through alleyways, narrow and tight,
      I wander deep into the night.
      Each corner turned, a deeper chill,
      As if the city tests my will.
      In a square, a clock tower stands,
      Its hands frozen, time unmanned.
      Each chime it rings is swallowed whole,
      By the empty silence of a broken soul.
      Snowflakes whisper of the past,
      Of times too precious, too brief to last.
      They dance and fall in mournful grace,
      Kissing the remnants of this forsaken place.
      In this desolation, I’m not alone,
      For the city’s ghosts have made it home.
      Their presence felt in every stone,
      A silent choir, a spectral moan.
      The whispers grow as night descends,
      Telling tales of tragic ends.
      Of lives once vibrant, full of dreams,
      Now scattered in the icy streams.
      Each building, a mausoleum tall,
      Holds memories within its walls.
      Echoes of laughter, cries of pain,
      Reverberate through the frozen rain.
      I find a door, half off its hinge,
      And step inside, as shadows cringe.
      The room within, a picture frame,
      Of shattered life, of loss and shame.
      A table set for a meal unserved,
      Chairs that wait, their fate reserved.
      Plates with dust, cups turned down,
      Symbols of a vanished town.
      I close my eyes, and I can see,
      The lives that once thrived here with me.
      Faces lost in a fleeting breath,
      Caught in the web of sudden death.
      Outside, the snow begins to fall,
      A silent shroud over it all.
      I step back out into the night,
      To wander on, a lonely fight.
      For in this winter, cold and deep,
      The dead city and I both keep
      A vigil for the world we knew,
      A mournful watch for what we’ve lost anew.
      The wind picks up, a bitter gale,
      Carrying with it a sorrowful wail.
      Through empty streets and hollow halls,
      It sings of past, as nightfall calls.
      In the heart of this forsaken place,
      I search for signs of a human trace.
      But all that’s left are shadows gray,
      Of lives that time has swept away.
      And so I wander, through endless night,
      A solitary figure in the pale moonlight.
      In this nuclear winter, cold and stark,
      I am the last, bearing the mark.
      Of a world once bright, now cast in shade,
      A memory that will never fade.
      For in this silence, deep and vast,
      I hold the echoes of the past.
      Each step I take, a mournful tread,
      Through the city of the silent dead.
      A journey through a world once known,
      Now turned to dust, to me alone.

  • @727eman
    @727eman Рік тому +23

    Not just the songs but the way that you put them together is incredible. Literally felt like I was transported to another place and time.

  • @pistolerro111
    @pistolerro111 Рік тому +5

    Half of my life was spent wandering through blizzards, in the dark morning, knee deep in snow. Somehow, when you are freezing, life becomes as light as feather, you just want the wind to stop skinning your face with little ice knifes. Even when i was depressed, in cold and empty darkness of the winter, my mind was at ease.

  • @tremblay89
    @tremblay89 3 місяці тому +1

    I am from Canada, and getting up early in the morning (middle of the night actually) to look at the frozen nature is just so meditative.

  • @CyphersBasement
    @CyphersBasement Рік тому +2

    I'm subscribed to nobody, and this is the new mood.

  • @ASavageEye
    @ASavageEye Рік тому +55

    I didn't even notice the silence at first. It was just another day, another early morning rise, another long walk to work and another cold winter day. I didn't even notice the lack of cars. There are not many that time of the morning but that day there were none of course. Snow all over the road and that thick fog concealing all around me.
    I left my block and started my journey. I walked past the church, nothing! I crossed the main street past the pillar, still nothing! I still didnt notice that silence! I trudged on wearily past all the other buildings, down the narrow streets and ..... nothing! As I passed the school there was a bus parked outside with its lights on but nobody inside. I should have noticed it then but I didn't. Was I really that inside myself? As I passed through the warehouse district I finally began to feel like something was.... off! I couldn't put my finger on it but I suddenly felt...afraid I suppose. Lived here for 40 yrs and suddenly Im afraid of the streets I know and love. Silly right?
    It was only when I passed through the last blocks of dark silent apartments that I began to see it. Where were the lights in the windows? The street lamps, dull bulbs of pale light in the fog, show the empty roads and paths and its only now I am awakening to the reality of my surroundings. As I pass beyond the city and into the countryside I can see the lonely shell of a house. It is always quiet here so Im feeling like maybe it was all in my head. I will be at the factory in 10 minutes and everything will be normal again.
    The factory is empty! Where is the night shift? Why are the machines turned off? Im afraid again but now I know why. Im going home to figure this out.
    As I passed the old house again I stopped and had the strangest urge. I have never been in it before. Against any logic I decided to take a closer look.
    Why is it so ...... silent?

    • @dope3387
      @dope3387 Рік тому +4

      Dude this is pretty good, i lowkey wanna know what happens next...

    • @ZealousWins
      @ZealousWins Рік тому +2

      Please, continue the story! This piece was incredible.
      You've perfectly encapsulated a mystery which the narrator goes through.

    • @TraveleronMywayHome
      @TraveleronMywayHome 11 місяців тому

      Looks like I will have to finish it myself 😉

  • @Hasselroeder
    @Hasselroeder Рік тому +27

    I really have respect to the people who built all this under those harsh conditions!

    • @koizhu
      @koizhu Рік тому +1

      But... For who? Only people did this cagetowns alive

  • @emersonborges3570
    @emersonborges3570 Рік тому +10

    you know what scares me is that this damn war could actually become a nuclear war

    • @auugh43546
      @auugh43546 Місяць тому

      which one

    • @emersonborges3570
      @emersonborges3570 Місяць тому

      @@auugh43546 Rússia Ucrânia

    • @normalguy5208
      @normalguy5208 16 днів тому

      **In the Winter of a Dead City**
      In a winter’s grip, I wander alone,
      Through a city’s bones, its spirit flown.
      A nuclear tempest had swept away
      The pulse of life, leaving decay.
      Once bustling streets, now silent and bare,
      Echo faint whispers of despair.
      Snowflakes fall like silent tears,
      Covering the ruins of forgotten years.
      Buildings stand as hollow shells,
      Monuments to forsaken hells.
      Windows shattered, doors ajar,
      Silent testimonies to a world now far.
      I tread through frostbitten streets,
      Where the cold and silence meet.
      The air is thick with ghostly sighs,
      A frozen requiem under leaden skies.
      No voices laugh, no children play,
      No souls to chase the chill away.
      Only shadows and memories blend,
      In this desolate world that has no end.
      The market square, once full of cheer,
      Now harbors only dread and fear.
      Stalls collapse under winter’s weight,
      Silent victims of a cruel fate.
      Statues, frozen in mid-gesture,
      Stand as relics of lost pleasure.
      Their eyes seem to mourn the time before,
      When the city thrived and hearts could soar.
      Each step I take leaves a print,
      In this land of snow and tint.
      But no one follows, no one sees,
      The solitary path of frozen pleas.
      The park, where lovers used to meet,
      Is now a grave of snow and sleet.
      Benches buried, fountains stilled,
      A poignant reminder of dreams unfulfilled.
      I pause by a lake, now iced and gray,
      Reflecting a sunless, endless day.
      Beneath its surface, life lies trapped,
      Echoing a future that’s collapsed.
      Bridges span from shore to shore,
      But lead to nowhere, forevermore.
      Their arches strong, yet cold as stone,
      Guarding the secrets of those once known.
      Streetlights flicker in a futile fight,
      Against the encroaching, eternal night.
      Their feeble glow, a dying plea,
      To rekindle what used to be.
      Through alleyways, narrow and tight,
      I wander deep into the night.
      Each corner turned, a deeper chill,
      As if the city tests my will.
      In a square, a clock tower stands,
      Its hands frozen, time unmanned.
      Each chime it rings is swallowed whole,
      By the empty silence of a broken soul.
      Snowflakes whisper of the past,
      Of times too precious, too brief to last.
      They dance and fall in mournful grace,
      Kissing the remnants of this forsaken place.
      In this desolation, I’m not alone,
      For the city’s ghosts have made it home.
      Their presence felt in every stone,
      A silent choir, a spectral moan.
      The whispers grow as night descends,
      Telling tales of tragic ends.
      Of lives once vibrant, full of dreams,
      Now scattered in the icy streams.
      Each building, a mausoleum tall,
      Holds memories within its walls.
      Echoes of laughter, cries of pain,
      Reverberate through the frozen rain.
      I find a door, half off its hinge,
      And step inside, as shadows cringe.
      The room within, a picture frame,
      Of shattered life, of loss and shame.
      A table set for a meal unserved,
      Chairs that wait, their fate reserved.
      Plates with dust, cups turned down,
      Symbols of a vanished town.
      I close my eyes, and I can see,
      The lives that once thrived here with me.
      Faces lost in a fleeting breath,
      Caught in the web of sudden death.
      Outside, the snow begins to fall,
      A silent shroud over it all.
      I step back out into the night,
      To wander on, a lonely fight.
      For in this winter, cold and deep,
      The dead city and I both keep
      A vigil for the world we knew,
      A mournful watch for what we’ve lost anew.
      The wind picks up, a bitter gale,
      Carrying with it a sorrowful wail.
      Through empty streets and hollow halls,
      It sings of past, as nightfall calls.
      In the heart of this forsaken place,
      I search for signs of a human trace.
      But all that’s left are shadows gray,
      Of lives that time has swept away.
      And so I wander, through endless night,
      A solitary figure in the pale moonlight.
      In this nuclear winter, cold and stark,
      I am the last, bearing the mark.
      Of a world once bright, now cast in shade,
      A memory that will never fade.
      For in this silence, deep and vast,
      I hold the echoes of the past.
      Each step I take, a mournful tread,
      Through the city of the silent dead.
      A journey through a world once known,
      Now turned to dust, to me alone.

  • @MariaMilenovasArt
    @MariaMilenovasArt 10 місяців тому +7

    I love the creativity that goes into this. Unfortunate that channels like these cannot be monetised.

    • @josevargas1820
      @josevargas1820 10 місяців тому

      Interesting, I didn't know that. Why can't they be monetized ? Legit question 🙋

    • @MariaMilenovasArt
      @MariaMilenovasArt 10 місяців тому

      @@josevargas1820 because to be monetized, a channel needs to be making something original and creative, and not taking someone else's work. For example ASMR eating channels also can't be monetized most the time, because they're not doing something creative or original. Music playlist channels also cannot get monetized, because they didn't make the music. They just took it from someone, so it's not considered their own effort. But people who love creating playlists on UA-cam still do it as a hobby, even if it's not going to earn money :)

    • @theilluminati682
      @theilluminati682 9 місяців тому

      The irony here is they can't be monetized because of the *lack* of creativity that goes into this.
      A ton of other people thought up, worked on, put effort into and created all this music and the channel owner just listened to it, thought its cool and slapped some pictures (that yet another person probobally took) onto a slide show to go with the music and thats all the creativity that went into this.

    • @reallifezuzu
      @reallifezuzu 7 місяців тому

      @@theilluminati682 local person discovers playlist videos (what happens next will shock you)

    • @andonandonov3446
      @andonandonov3446 5 місяців тому +1

      Красива си, поздрави от България

  • @Arkolob
    @Arkolob Рік тому +18

    i litterally dream about this scenario all the time, i love this channel

  • @tanpopo6015
    @tanpopo6015 Рік тому +7

    I used to have this strange dream where my family and I were being relocated during wartime -- the sounds of explosions, sirens, gunfires, fighters, bombers, and people's screaming, I hear it all. I got my family on a transporter aircraft but I didn't see my lover (at least that is what he was in the dream) so I got off the aircraft to look for him. And no... I didn't find him..and I never made it back to my family before that aircraft they were on took off. The last thing I heard was the extremely eerie sound of the enormous explosion.
    Everything suddenly went quiet, with no wind, no birds or insects. It felt like I had been 'here' forever..been sitting on this old rusty swing, waiting for something or someone...alone in this thick fog and arrays of debris. I forgot my name and didn't know who I am and it didn't bother me, I didn't feel lonely or scared, no memories of anything.
    Forever passed by, then I sense some movements through the fog... I tried to focus my eyes on the sources...I saw my mom and my aunt appear walking towards me, it was a moment that I recalled my own name and who I am (or was..). I feel so grateful to see them as I quickly run to them in tears, but.. she doesn't recognize me at all none of them does, but you know.. my mom is still my mom she's a very caring and generous person she took me back to our home, and said " poor girl, you don't have to worry anymore, you must be starving let us cook something for you and you can stay with us as long as you want" It was the saddest feeling I ever experienced...when your love ones forgot about you.
    Then there a voice behind me whispers.."let's go..no one remembered you"

  • @notequalto5179
    @notequalto5179 Рік тому +3

    Listening to this while reading. I opened a package today that was double wrapped. The book was highly oxidized and worn. Someone had written many notes in it. I unknowingly purchased a book printed in 1933. How fortunate are we to still experience knowledge and thought from our ancestors.

  • @edwardbrown2976
    @edwardbrown2976 3 місяці тому +1

    I was reading "Metro 2033" while listening to that playlist. I can't describe how atmosphere it was, being all alone in the night... Reading about people hardly living underground. It makes quite a different sense. If you just read - it doesn't give you as many emotions as if you listen to that while reading. Make peace, not war. Otherwise, those who stay alive will be jealous of those who died during nuclear war. Good luck, a person who reads it

  • @nocturnalambience3059
    @nocturnalambience3059 Рік тому +27

    why is this so calming. absolutely lovely

  • @humorous5953
    @humorous5953 Рік тому +9

    32:36 a note unsaid is possibly the best thing I have ever heard, the wind in the background, the snowy picture. It is so hard to put in words how it makes me feel. It feels sad, but also uplifting at the same time.