micahedmonds
“Every sound that has happened or ever could, all at once all of the time. The bell rings, the pin drops. The whispering wood. Only transfer; never die. An ocean of voices you can’t hear, you can’t feel. Baby, one of them is mine. Invisible pulses are carrying me to the other end of the line.”
Thank you, Jesca. Thank you thank you thank you.
Favorite track: Long Wave Home.