From an old paperback, a pressed leaf slides to the floor: a small fossil of a walk I don’t remember. I put it between new pages, unsure whether I’m keeping the leaf, the book, or the person who once decided to save October.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
From an old paperback, a pressed leaf slides to the floor: a small fossil of a walk I don’t remember. I put it between new pages, unsure whether I’m keeping the leaf, the book, or the person who once decided to save October.