What D O E S it sound like when a snail eats? What do the winds smell like summertime in the mountains of Peru? What are the elements that erode my current state? To seek solace in the ghost of you…

I’ll tattoo a raven on my shoulder. To symbolize the impact of this sudden drop in time. Air lessening in density. Making heavy airplanes DROp. Like a broken ship, floating, drifting. No longer aimlessly, merely without power attempting to navigate both still and storm. One holds you back, the other propels you forward, and maybe even around and down under. But everything is still the same.

It’s all this tumbling and turning. Through waves and valleys. Until it’s back to the drifting. When time settles again. And I can once again try to lean on — The ghost of you...

Listening 🎵 — “Slow Sketch, Vol. 2: Reflections of the Ambient Community”.