Early the post drops like a small verdict. I pick up envelopes, warm along their edges from travel. One is for a previous tenant; I keep meaning to forward it. I rest it on the mantelpiece, as if proximity could coax it home.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Early the post drops like a small verdict. I pick up envelopes, warm along their edges from travel. One is for a previous tenant; I keep meaning to forward it. I rest it on the mantelpiece, as if proximity could coax it home.