The Egg, the Chant, the Silence
A dream in three movements
No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, the meal and the eater, forever spinning between hunger and home.
A dream in three movements
No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, the meal and the eater, forever spinning between hunger and home.
Breakdown
“It’s not your fault. But it is your responsibility.”
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.
Dance, like laughter, needs no translation.
Some albums cannot be just listened to—they possess you.
The beauty of finding oneself in the gutter is the unadulterated view of the stars!
Passions bubble over because that is what passion is designed to do.
Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.
Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.