Listening, performance, and recorded moments.
The Beatles
An old MP3 player. On the way to school, before a nap, again and again.
Once, for a music assessment, I played it on the recorder.
People seemed to like it. I remember being ridiculously pleased.
Queen
This song still gives me the hill I used to climb to school when I was younger.
Most of that time has blurred into something heavy.
The road is strangely clear.
The 1975
The walk was longer at night. I don't remember where I was going, only what remained in the headphones.
Frank Ocean
Two places in one evening. Somewhere between leaving and not having arrived yet.
Claude Debussy
Some pieces became quieter the longer I lived with them.
Nujabes
Morning light across a desk. A quiet hour before everything became urgent again.
Radiohead
One of those evenings when nothing was wrong, yet everything felt far away.
Ryuichi Sakamoto
The notes changed very little. The person returning to them did.
