3am - open your fridge.
A worn postcard. A destination left behind.
Craving; dull but ever-present underneath.
Genius loci
Imagine giving in. Another time, a different path.
Standing liminal. Listening as silence collapses.
Stranded in blurred memories of unfamiliar knowing.
Finding the thin seam between realities.
Sandy poetics in sound.
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