On the kitchen table, a small pile of coins waits. I spin a two‑pound piece; its edge rasps the wood, a moon with a stutter. It wobbles, steadies, falls. I like the brief moment when chance decides nothing at all.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
On the kitchen table, a small pile of coins waits. I spin a two‑pound piece; its edge rasps the wood, a moon with a stutter. It wobbles, steadies, falls. I like the brief moment when chance decides nothing at all.