jane doe
We surrendered to the cold and slipped beneath turquoise fake fur as the Pioneer SX-770 glowed like a small star. Errata’s tones spiraled outward, folding space, thinning the body, turning sound into light. Temperature vanished. We drifted—weightless—held in loops of echo and the quiet promise of warmer days. ♥️
Favorite track: Pulling the Cosmos Closer.