At the railway platform, a man ties his shoelace with ceremony; a suitcase waits like a mild dog. A breeze rifles the timetables. I almost board the wrong train, then don’t. Choosing is often this: a toe over a line, then retreat.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the railway platform, a man ties his shoelace with ceremony; a suitcase waits like a mild dog. A breeze rifles the timetables. I almost board the wrong train, then don’t. Choosing is often this: a toe over a line, then retreat.