At dusk, a fox threads between parked cars, pauses to look at me as if weighing a small equation. I stand with the bin bag, ridiculous ambassador. When it slips away, the street’s ordinary noise returns, and something in me steps back too.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At dusk, a fox threads between parked cars, pauses to look at me as if weighing a small equation. I stand with the bin bag, ridiculous ambassador. When it slips away, the street’s ordinary noise returns, and something in me steps back too.