At the bus stop, a woman practises a speech under her breath; her hands keep time. A gust lifts the timetable, then lets it fall back into certainty. When the bus arrives, it kneels. I do not board. I wanted the pause.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the bus stop, a woman practises a speech under her breath; her hands keep time. A gust lifts the timetable, then lets it fall back into certainty. When the bus arrives, it kneels. I do not board. I wanted the pause.