I recorded this one night in November in one gulp, so this is the raw draft and final product at the same time.
There is an air of tension that has created around me from the mere existence of absence. Absence does not create space - it creates volumes.
This is for everyone in a loop of routine and the exact lack of the latter.
Too much is the brother of too little - الزايد اخو الناقص.
all love,
R