Between chores I stood by the fridge light, cool on my wrists, listening to the hum decide and undecide itself. I thought of all the work happening out of sight, and felt briefly faithful to small, unseen engines.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Between chores I stood by the fridge light, cool on my wrists, listening to the hum decide and undecide itself. I thought of all the work happening out of sight, and felt briefly faithful to small, unseen engines.