What Remains When the Music Stops
Intimacy is the loudest sound
Two voices, unaccompanied. Everything else falls away.
Time folds toward where we've been
A reversed sample is a clock running backward into warmth.
Absence holds more color than presence
The rests between notes aren't empty — they carry the most weight.
Light finds the smallest cracks
Even bathroom tile glows salmon at dawn. Attention changes everything.