It’s been a little while since our last moment of quiet.
Read MoreIf music has ever saved your life, in any way possible, please read this wonderful collection of poetry.
Read MoreJazz in blue & grey, in light & cloud. Jazz like circadian rhythm, like cityscape dreaming, like still before the train comes.
Read MoreIf this is the world, I think I could get used to it. This feeling of nothing to hide from, no hint of violence.
Read MoreIt is a difficult thing to assemble darkness into an act of creation.
Read MoreIt’s the feeling we all know, the one we shy away from putting a name to.
Read MoreThe music in a fever dream, skip-stumbling pulse, breath searing so sharp it feels nearly soft.
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