I opened the cupboard and a faint waft of nutmeg and dust rose, as if the shelves remembered last winter. I choose a jar, then forget why. The afternoon goes on without complaint; I follow, slower, less certain and kinder.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I opened the cupboard and a faint waft of nutmeg and dust rose, as if the shelves remembered last winter. I choose a jar, then forget why. The afternoon goes on without complaint; I follow, slower, less certain and kinder.