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)
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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! 🌙🚗❄️
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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...
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.
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.
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.
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 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)
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.
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.
"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"
"Entry 435: 10/16/24 - I've just recovered this data entry here. Not much has changed.... the people have gone through a recession, inflation and quite alot of in-fighting on political ideologies. Go figure. But there IS life and there IS hope out there. This apocalypse that everyone is talking about is merely a distraction. The real trouble could begin now that we're out of the frying pan and hopefully not, into the oven this time. It's getting hotter but at the same time it is getting colder....."
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!
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.
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..
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.
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🤘
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…
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.
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 .
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
@@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
@@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?
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
@@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.
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.
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
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!?
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.
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
@@RickGrimes-y8zno 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.
@@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.
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.
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.
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
**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.
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.
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.
@@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.
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?"
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.
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.
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.
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.
@@tacvoodoo 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.
@@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!
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
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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
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 , 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..
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.
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.
I just keep coming back to this playlist because how how strikingly beautiful it is. Each song feels like you’re holding your breath in awe of this mighty weather. I love the cold and the winter.
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.
@@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.
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
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.
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..
what a great playlist. listening to this on 2 pm but the sky is already so so dark because it's about to rain. and i don't bother turning on the lights, the darkness comforts me.
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! 🎼🎵🎶
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)))
Жалко только, что на севере (в субарктическом и арктическом климате) никто не хочет жить Вот на ту же Канаду взгляньте, как там города расположены - все по-большей части стоят на западном и восточном побережьях и вдоль границы с США Дальше на север крупных городов почти нет, одни мелкие городки и посёлки Хотя казалось бы - огромное пространство, куча территорий, природа, холод, красота Но не идут туда жить, не хотят А всё потому, что подавляющее большинство людей теплолюбивые, к сожалению Поэтому все самые населенные области Земли это субтропики, тропики и умеренные пояса с жарким летом и тёплыми зимами Даже вот на южную оконечность Южной Америки посмотрите - ну там никто не хочет жить в Патагонии, хотя климат умеренный Местные латиноамериканцы хотят в субтропиках жить и субэкваторе, чтобы по-жарче было Видите-ли им холодно даже в умеренной зоне Что уж говорить о побережьях Антарктиды - там никто не живёт, кроме исследовательских станций в пару сотен человек, в самом лучшем случае в пару тысяч Никто почему то не хочет жить в холоде, никто не ценит снег и лёд с нормальными зимами, никому не нужна эта красота и зимнее одиночество Было бы желание - и в Канаде на севере заселили бы и создали крупные богатые города и на Аляске и в Антарктиде, но не хотят Просто нет и всё Паршиво это
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.
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.
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.
They say ... "Imagination creates reality"... Sometime would be better to avoid and go playing with something else, especially in periods like this ...
You have wonderful taste! Can you take a look at my content? I'm doing something similar, I'd like to know your opinion, maybe I should change something??
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!!
People here talk about the darkness, hopelessness, the feeling that the world is collapsing, the inability to do anything against unseen global forces that care nothing about you... Where I'm from we call that an "average Tuesday."
You make playlists with such a fantastic atmosphere to them. Really helpful if I’m trying to write and need to get a certain vibe down, or if I just wanna close my eyes and immerse myself in a particular ‘world’, if you will. Amazing work!
I dug a hole in the muddy ground. Not to big. My arms are weak. The muscle i once had, i now notice, must have been long gone. My knees fell first, my now so cold body followed, so grateful, to finally be caught. In the arms of the lord. Could you surrender? It sounds so sweet to me...
13:52 gives me a lot of hope and suspense because the high-low humming in the background sounds like a V6 or perhaps a diesel I4 chugging by in the distance, perhaps someone else? Someone well supplied enough to have a working, well maintained vehicle and fuel for it? Is this your savior? But alas, the song ends and the sound is heard no more.
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.
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"
I love all your playlists, especially the ones that give this type of vibe. On the other hand if I could suggest something with Grave of the fireflies main theme (the one with the sister) so sad but cute similar I think It’s severely underrated. Anyways you probably won’t read this. Finding this channel was a blessing to get into the vibe while drawing, reading, sleeping or just staring into my ceiling. Thank you for your uploads and your hard work. I hope you are doing well and I hope more people discover you!!
I have never felt such a powerful feeling from a music mix before, but this one just touched my soul somehow. It evokes a feeling very similar to where I live, in Canada. The winters on many days are like this, cold dark and very snowy in the winter. When the temperature drops below -38 celsius this fog rolls in and it is actually a similar color to the Images in this mix, the color is given by the pollution from the factories and industrial waste in the city, to some it seems hellish but I feel that there is this powerful haunting beauty to it. When you live for your entire life in such a cold and desolate place, the loneliness becomes familiar and somehow comforting. It has an even more special feeling when, in the middle of winter, a blizzard rolls in and kicks up the snow to create images so similar to these. It's hard to put the feeling it gives into words but that was my attempt.
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.
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!
I often see everyone hidding or leaving behind their inner child in voice of growing. Being an adult doesn't mean you lost your child. I keep taking mine in my back. The world needs to know that becoming an adult doesn't mean leaving your hobbies or even yourself behind just to fit in a bored world where eveyone just lost themselves long time ago
I remember the cold evenings of december 89 walking with my father and counting christmas lights in windows. The christmas tree sits always in the window waiting for happy children eyes. The lights were multi coloured and dimmed in deep fog. This walks in cold winter time will never been forgotten.
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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)
the first song sorta sounds like a ck3 song like medieval
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.
@@RandomActivities Atmospheric!
Kinda odd seeing how the first one was made by Kevin Macleod knowing he made this song: ruclips.net/video/dGbahiIH3dk/видео.html
a winter that kills (unworn) maybe gybe?
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
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.
This was beautifully written
After I read this, I breathed out once and closed my eyes slowly.
very well writen, i feel the same way
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.
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.
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.
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.
As myself from finland I can totally agree
This. Done it many times and it is truly a medidative experience.
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! 🌙🚗❄️
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.
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.
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.
@@CrusadingJello it's not fog, it's a black blizzard
Reminder the photos are edited
@@CrusadingJello У Вас в Канаде... уверен таких построек и тем более "жилых" домов нет (с грустью)
This was not how people described life to me, when I was a child.
I was not prepared for any of this.
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.
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.
@@elinope4745 like Santa Claus?
Worst thing is, it never gets any better. It just keeps on getting worse
Same. I prefer fiction over life.
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
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...
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.
Holy fucking shit
Totally true, i like the feeling of the cold wind freezing my face in the morning
Cold is cool and all until you measure life expectancy due to the pollution it inadvertently brings with it
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.
I hope you are doing well currently. Despite everything that is going on.
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
@@FlameIsExisting thank you 🙏 waiting till it’s over
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.
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
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.
Literally terrifying.
@@TheCount-y7e A Living Nightmary, that never ends, till you take your own life or brave the long winter alone.
Nuclear winter might be a myth tho
I have a bad feeling that we are about to find out whether or not nuclear winter is real.
Nuclear winter? maybe, but type youtube "Norilsk winter"
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.
Are you still there?
@@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)
How is life in Norilsk? Can you tell me a bit about the overall experience? I myself am from the Netherlands so it's really interesting to me
@@MrRed_2205 I'm from Norilsk too. What exactly do you want to know?
@@yukigaming1488 What is the day to day life like around the year? How do you handle the seasons, and how is life like in general?
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.
"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.
Кузбасс, родимый кузбасс!
Do you know the RUclipsr ‘Siberian Ambience”?
"THE DEAD CITY - Novosibirsk"
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.
I prefer “sad” ambient music. Overly cheerful music isn’t calming to me-it feels false in a way. This is beautiful, thank you.
i prefer you...in my bed....after the gym.....
Edgy.
@Napalm cheers 🙏🖤🫧🐈⬛
Sadness In Not Just Make You Feel Worse, Is Also Teach You A Lesson And Make You Smart
@@truthoverlies6434 are you ten
"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"
I stopped reading at "your".
yeah.. @@PrimericanIdol
how mature of you@@PrimericanIdol
@@plasticthehottie It's more immature to not be able to spell.
It's a homophone substitution error; not a spelling error. Udemy has a great English grammar program that you may find helpful. @@PrimericanIdol
“We were always preoccupied by fear of the apocalypse, that we never noticed we were living it”
That's why patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.
@@SmittyWJManJensen GOD DAMN IT
@@SmittyWJManJensen We can't expect God to do all the work
"Entry 435: 10/16/24 -
I've just recovered this data entry here. Not much has changed.... the people have gone through a recession, inflation and quite alot of in-fighting on political ideologies. Go figure.
But there IS life and there IS hope out there. This apocalypse that everyone is talking about is merely a distraction. The real trouble could begin now that we're out of the frying pan and hopefully not, into the oven this time. It's getting hotter but at the same time it is getting colder....."
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!
It's a really horror shit
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.
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..
damn it sounds great
Sounds like a Rapture storyline...
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.
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🤘
I wish for you a happy future
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…
Musica, film . hacer cosas. buena vida mi estimado !
lindo texto, podrias usarlo para algo ! una filmacion o una imagen o un relato ?
@@widalsuwaidi2390 Thanks, bro, luckily I already moved to S. Korea, but sometimes I miss that creepy-rusty atmosphere
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.
Im jealous
@@ssai_ii why? do you live in the slums somewhere?
Lucky
@@nischuma6910 What a weird thing to say
what does this question mean..
@@nischuma6910
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 .
Me too
I was worried about this, I love being alone, but I need neighbors too.
I feel the same way.
One of my drems is that i am the last person :|
I don't
i need to live in a less densely populated country for sure
@@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.
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 :)
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
What's your song/creation of the playlist?
@@ghiderusval4282 secret from the river (13:52), akane's regret (27:42), and a note unsaid (32:36) :)
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.
Very interesting, if anyone knows related movies on this subject let me know
Me too
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.
I Am Legend
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.
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.
"Dead people receives more flowers than the living ones, because regret is stronger than gratitude" -Anne Frank
That's powerful, honestly. Who made that Quote?
👏👏👏✨
bruh
Ouch.😢
I don't know who said that but its true bro.
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
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.
Well spoken! I love our Minnesota winters! There is nothing else like it out there! Makes projects that much enjoyable!
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.
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.
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.
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.
How are you getting wi fi?
You are in control of your destiny.
@@TWHISPERERI sleep in the loft and catch a little bit of cell service when the moon bounces it.
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?
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.
Kinda weird.
@@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
@@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?
@@7medwed7 Oh for fucks sake
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
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.
There is a special silence that you only experience in deep snow, I absolutely love it.
Currently living in Norilsk? I wish to visit many russian cities someday because the winter and beauty loneliness.
Interesting. True that its very polluted because of nickle industry there?
@@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.
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.
Which soundtrack is from Darkwood?
@@ogyama7753 51:04
i am glad to see others fans of this game here :)
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
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!?
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.
Lonelinesses are always similar
Makes you wonder how we can feel so lonely with so many people around
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.
Very relatable
That's cool man... you must not be like the others
Only when everyone is dead and you've got that feeling that you are truly alone do you realize that we are all brothers and sisters.
Indeed
@bobby wood deep
I would be happy that i outlived all those son of the b***es. Then i could shot myself to end that misery.
I do
No,no one gives a💩sadly
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
So you are still living in it ? How’s is it ? Are you happy or would you like to move somewhere else ?
stay strong king
whats the city name?
@@tril6838 Norilsk, a city in Russia
@@divavodkaa4983 they said that it got nicknamed after norilsk its not norilsk
Being the last person on earth is scary but the fear is that you aren't alone.
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
Honestly I think it would be quite a freeing feeling. Wouldn't feel like people are out to get me anymore.
@@RickGrimes-y8zno 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.
@@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.
@@Bluecolord that’s alright by me, it’s the end and I’ll just go wander the world.
Dude you're titles give me a sense of doom. The kind I crave. I don't knowwwww.
Yes, also that place looks like nordisk in Russia. Darkest city in the world
@@maxcadysigma it probably is vodka is the cure for that.
@@spmoran4703 Vodka is the cure for every sadness-related disease.
I feel the same
Same
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.
when you find inner peace you will never be lonely ever again. the truth lies in your inner self not external world.
It's so weird how we just created machines that vibrate air in different ways and make us feel things..
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.
Jasně kámo!
you are wrong...
you can hear it because you re already dead
Beautifully said
Hold On Wha ?
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
**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.
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.
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.
@@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.
This is a good thought experiment. I don't think there would be any birds at all though, at least for a long while.
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.
@Terrorists Win Why does everything have to be cringe all the time?
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.
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?"
Sounds beautifully sad, is it a quote? If yes from where?
@@Kain1805 Was just letting my mind wander a little there. 😊
This playlist brings me so much familiar comfort yet makes me feel empty.
Sometimes it feels kind of nice to listen to these melancholy playlists that are more calming than depressing.
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.
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.
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.
The end approaches
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.
@@SmittyWJManJensen Funny how the characters in a video game can impart so much wisdom and perspective isn't it?
@@tacvoodoo 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.
@@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!
why is this so calming. absolutely lovely
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
Damn, do you still live there?
@@emperah8948 А что не так? Я не понимаю.
Traveling the Nuclear Winter almost makes you wish for the Mojave.
ahh New vegas my favorite game
very good, sir.
Yeah one extreme to another hahah.
So happy to have nobody back!! Don't know the full details but glad these playlists are accessible again.
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.
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?
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.
i litterally dream about this scenario all the time, i love this channel
whats best about this videos is its seamless. thank you nobody for not having any ads. no interruptions
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!
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.
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.
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
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
У нас в ХМАО не так мрачно. И зимой и летом солнце, особенно красиво осенью.
@@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..
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.
Фото похоже на фото с крайнего севера, вот там холод и в обед уже темно и 9 месяцев зима, вот там тоска так тоска...
My god, this is beautiful. Who know being on earth during a nuclear winter could be this beautiful.
This premieres the exact moment when I finish work for the week! What a treat! Thanks, Nobody!
Your titles always slap. I love them
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.
Going for a lonely walk in the woods during a snowstorm, listening to this rn, and its peak. Thx!
I just keep coming back to this playlist because how how strikingly beautiful it is. Each song feels like you’re holding your breath in awe of this mighty weather. I love the cold and the winter.
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.
это прекрасно. это звучит в точности как мои детство и юность, проведённые в далёком якутском промышленном городке посреди тайги...
Я аж подпрыгнула, увидев Норильск) Но он запомнился мне более цветным
@@DizzaryGhost Он до сих пор таков.
Ah bon c'est vraiment comme ça en Russie ?
@@interestingman6934 Приезжайте к нам, увидите всё сами)
@@interestingman6934 Россия большая.Везде по-разному😉
The snow absorbs sound and eliminates echo so everything sounds “compact and tight”. Nothing like being outside in those conditions 👍👍
Never seen snow in my life.
@@Avaitor_YT You are missing out!
@@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.
Just the playlist I needed. Gotta be ready for the future. Thanks for more calming inspiration, nobody.
If you are the only surviver after nuclear war
It's scary to survive alone
But it's more horrifying when you find someone
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
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.
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..
А я до сих пор живу в Талнахе,не хочу уезжать,прирос к северу.
Это сгенерированные картинки, если что
@@pallidi6606 это фотографии Кристофа Жакро, +сама прожила в Норильске до 16 лет и я по вашему не узнаю родные пейзажи?
@@NillGrey привет Талнаху)
what a great playlist. listening to this on 2 pm but the sky is already so so dark because it's about to rain. and i don't bother turning on the lights, the darkness comforts me.
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! 🎼🎵🎶
Давно Норильск стал крупным?
@@imberry6701 поинтересуйся в википедии об этом, да и всё.
Самый крупный заполярный город это Мурманск.
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)))
Жалко только, что на севере (в субарктическом и арктическом климате) никто не хочет жить
Вот на ту же Канаду взгляньте, как там города расположены - все по-большей части стоят на западном и восточном побережьях и вдоль границы с США
Дальше на север крупных городов почти нет, одни мелкие городки и посёлки
Хотя казалось бы - огромное пространство, куча территорий, природа, холод, красота
Но не идут туда жить, не хотят
А всё потому, что подавляющее большинство людей теплолюбивые, к сожалению
Поэтому все самые населенные области Земли это субтропики, тропики и умеренные пояса с жарким летом и тёплыми зимами
Даже вот на южную оконечность Южной Америки посмотрите - ну там никто не хочет жить в Патагонии, хотя климат умеренный
Местные латиноамериканцы хотят в субтропиках жить и субэкваторе, чтобы по-жарче было
Видите-ли им холодно даже в умеренной зоне
Что уж говорить о побережьях Антарктиды - там никто не живёт, кроме исследовательских станций в пару сотен человек, в самом лучшем случае в пару тысяч
Никто почему то не хочет жить в холоде, никто не ценит снег и лёд с нормальными зимами, никому не нужна эта красота и зимнее одиночество
Было бы желание - и в Канаде на севере заселили бы и создали крупные богатые города и на Аляске и в Антарктиде, но не хотят
Просто нет и всё
Паршиво это
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.
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.
Holy shit, I didn’t even know that the post-apocalypse would look exactly like all the cities I lived in on a winter morning!
Very cool ambient btw :3
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.
They say ... "Imagination creates reality"... Sometime would be better to avoid and go playing with something else, especially in periods like this ...
i like seeing smart people like you in the comments of youtube videos
I feel like humans like playing with the most dangerous toys unfortunately...
@@budigaboi8275 but they dont like to deal with the effects of playing with these toys
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...
The scary thing doesn't m You know what really scary is, you know it can come true
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.
Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter
Great reference soldier, take this modified NCR anti material rifle. We ride against ceasers legion at dawn.
FOR THE REPUBLIC AND FOR HOOVER DAM!
I was beat to it by a whole 2 months.
if the legion breaks through our defenses, I've got one bullet I'm saving just for me
Ya know, when I took this assignment I was hoping there'd be more gambling and booze
Key word is almost
i don’t know why but every time i walk at places like that its so calming and i feel relaxed. It kind of makes me happy instead of sad.
Me too 😊❤
You have wonderful taste! Can you take a look at my content? I'm doing something similar, I'd like to know your opinion, maybe I should change something??
@@dunwich.chillout wow! Ur content is amazing! I was listening to some of them while studying :D
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!!
People here talk about the darkness, hopelessness, the feeling that the world is collapsing, the inability to do anything against unseen global forces that care nothing about you...
Where I'm from we call that an "average Tuesday."
your titles make me so happy. and the music and atmosphere and images are perfect
Most of your playlist defining my mood each day. I love how I can literally explain to my friends and couple how is my daily mood with your playlist
Jesus is alive, and He is the light. He's won already.
You make playlists with such a fantastic atmosphere to them. Really helpful if I’m trying to write and need to get a certain vibe down, or if I just wanna close my eyes and immerse myself in a particular ‘world’, if you will. Amazing work!
I dug a hole in the muddy ground. Not to big. My arms are weak. The muscle i once had, i now notice, must have been long gone. My knees fell first, my now so cold body followed, so grateful, to finally be caught. In the arms of the lord. Could you surrender?
It sounds so sweet to me...
This nuclear winter helped me a lot with my final studies in college and post graduation. Thanks my brother and friend. 🇧🇷🤝🏻❤️
На кого учитесь?
13:52 gives me a lot of hope and suspense because the high-low humming in the background sounds like a V6 or perhaps a diesel I4 chugging by in the distance, perhaps someone else? Someone well supplied enough to have a working, well maintained vehicle and fuel for it? Is this your savior? But alas, the song ends and the sound is heard no more.
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.
I'm subscribed to nobody, and this is the new mood.
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"
I love all your playlists, especially the ones that give this type of vibe. On the other hand if I could suggest something with Grave of the fireflies main theme (the one with the sister) so sad but cute similar I think It’s severely underrated. Anyways you probably won’t read this. Finding this channel was a blessing to get into the vibe while drawing, reading, sleeping or just staring into my ceiling. Thank you for your uploads and your hard work. I hope you are doing well and I hope more people discover you!!
This type music has a very calming effect on me. I appreciate this music
I have never felt such a powerful feeling from a music mix before, but this one just touched my soul somehow.
It evokes a feeling very similar to where I live, in Canada. The winters on many days are like this, cold dark and very snowy in the winter. When the temperature drops below -38 celsius this fog rolls in and it is actually a similar color to the Images in this mix, the color is given by the pollution from the factories and industrial waste in the city, to some it seems hellish but I feel that there is this powerful haunting beauty to it. When you live for your entire life in such a cold and desolate place, the loneliness becomes familiar and somehow comforting. It has an even more special feeling when, in the middle of winter, a blizzard rolls in and kicks up the snow to create images so similar to these.
It's hard to put the feeling it gives into words but that was my attempt.
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.
Ey, Wisconsin represent. I hope you’ve tried The Long Dark, you’ve basically described it perfectly.
Another great winter survival is a dlc campaign in the game rainworld. To me this music fits perfectly to its atmosphere.
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!
absolutely beautiful. brings joy to my soul
Wonderful photographs that you show in your playlists along with appropriate and great music. You are an artist.
I often see everyone hidding or leaving behind their inner child in voice of growing. Being an adult doesn't mean you lost your child. I keep taking mine in my back.
The world needs to know that becoming an adult doesn't mean leaving your hobbies or even yourself behind just to fit in a bored world where eveyone just lost themselves long time ago
I've always loved the cold, the snow, the eeriness of the fog and the blizzards. It reminds me of home.
This comment section is very philosophical and I love it.
I really have respect to the people who built all this under those harsh conditions!
But... For who? Only people did this cagetowns alive
I remember the cold evenings of december 89 walking with my father and counting christmas lights in windows. The christmas tree sits always in the window waiting for happy children eyes. The lights were multi coloured and dimmed in deep fog. This walks in cold winter time will never been forgotten.