I thread a needle; the cotton keeps splaying, a soft refusal. I wet the end, roll it thinner, try again. When it passes the tiny eye, a quiet click inside me. I sew the button back on, stitches like small, deliberate footfalls.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I thread a needle; the cotton keeps splaying, a soft refusal. I wet the end, roll it thinner, try again. When it passes the tiny eye, a quiet click inside me. I sew the button back on, stitches like small, deliberate footfalls.