I find nocturne in the buffering of the wind against my car windows as I speed down the freeway at nine o’clock in the evening.
Read MoreI took comfort in making myself even smaller, tucking in my edges until I felt whole. Myself, a perfect and solitary thing.
Read MoreSomething sharp & true shifts within us when we embrace darkness instead of shying away from it.
Read MoreI am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.
Read MoreA violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
Read Moremy present self is grateful to my past self five, ten years ago for making an effort to remember things that happened.
Read MoreNocturnes are magical concepts because they blur this realm of fear and comfort, waking and sleep, into a state of dreaming.
Read MoreThere is a beautiful thing waiting for us in the distance, & it sounds so much like song.
Read MoreIt’s the feeling we all know, the one we shy away from putting a name to.
Read MoreMemory shifts in forms of translation and recording—in how pieces are positioned and what shape everything becomes.
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