From goofy Texas dance rap to avant-garde woodwind experimentalism.
Even if your post-punk cup runneth over.
I am an imperfect existentialist.
Sometimes, it’s liberating to stop struggling against life’s currents.
And allow yourself to be carried away.
Inspired by the raw modesty.
Embrace the swirling impermanence of life itself.
Eat newness and air without a care.
Like fluttering wings in the upper reaches of a condemned building.
Like a rollerskating influencer and Sailor Moon obsessive.
Like fluttering wings in the upper reaches of a condemned building.
Like a rollerskating influencer and Sailor Moon obsessive.
Not what does it mean, but why does it mean?