I have a brain I can barely contain.

It takes me to a place I can't name. A place that exists for a few minutes a day, when the body lets go and the rest follows. Then it closes. And by morning almost nothing remains.

I found a way to hold the thread a little longer.

A song. A text written while the thread still holds. Both together, before it closes.

It's a bottle in the sea. I don't know who will find it. I don't know if what's inside will speak to anyone other than me. But I'm sending it anyway.

Each piece is a text and a song. The text is hidden. The music reveals it. Press play, and let it come.

A screen. Headphones. Nothing else.