In the launderette, the dryers revolve like small planets, socks eclipsing collars. Steam fogs the window; my name wavers in the glass as I write it with a finger, then disappears. I think of how long warmth lingers after we’ve gone.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
In the launderette, the dryers revolve like small planets, socks eclipsing collars. Steam fogs the window; my name wavers in the glass as I write it with a finger, then disappears. I think of how long warmth lingers after we’ve gone.