Evening by the canal, the towpath kept its own chill. A coot stitched twin Vs through the flat water; lights unspooled behind it. I thought how effort leaves patterns, brief but legible, before the dark folds it back.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Evening by the canal, the towpath kept its own chill. A coot stitched twin Vs through the flat water; lights unspooled behind it. I thought how effort leaves patterns, brief but legible, before the dark folds it back.