I woke before the alarm; the house held its breath. In the kitchen, the fridge muttered and a peach bruised sweetly under my thumb. Somewhere a bin lorry sighed. I ate over the sink, and felt the day hinge open without flourish.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I woke before the alarm; the house held its breath. In the kitchen, the fridge muttered and a peach bruised sweetly under my thumb. Somewhere a bin lorry sighed. I ate over the sink, and felt the day hinge open without flourish.