In the allotments at dusk, someone waters beans; the hose makes rain where there is none. Earth drinks without comment. A blackbird tugs a worm, wins. I think of the ordinary treaties we keep with thirst, with hunger, with the day.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
In the allotments at dusk, someone waters beans; the hose makes rain where there is none. Earth drinks without comment. A blackbird tugs a worm, wins. I think of the ordinary treaties we keep with thirst, with hunger, with the day.