Platform cold metal bench, announcement swallowed; a woman knits, the wool slips like tide. The train arrives and shows us our faces in its dark windows; for a second we look like we’re going somewhere truer.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Platform cold metal bench, announcement swallowed; a woman knits, the wool slips like tide. The train arrives and shows us our faces in its dark windows; for a second we look like we’re going somewhere truer.