I found a small stone in my shoe halfway up the hill; I kept walking, measuring its insistence. At the top, I tipped it into my palm—hardly anything, pale and ridiculous—and felt strangely lighter than the arithmetic allowed.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I found a small stone in my shoe halfway up the hill; I kept walking, measuring its insistence. At the top, I tipped it into my palm—hardly anything, pale and ridiculous—and felt strangely lighter than the arithmetic allowed.