In this episode, Sleepy, I speak from my apartment instead of my little studio in the backyard, surrounded by a portable recording booth, a stiff bar stool, and the faint sound of children in the yard outside.
From there, my mind wanders to kindergarten, clay birds with bright feathers, fur coats in a hallway, and the strange fact that some part of me may still be waiting to be picked up. Then I drift between city and countryside, sirens and roosters, foxes and streetlights, dark skies and apartment ceilings striped with other people’s headlights.
This is a soft introspective journey to sleep about where I come from, what I’ve gotten used to, what I miss, and whether loneliness is larger in a crowd or under indifferent stars.
It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it.
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