
Seven tracks of fragile, tape-hiss folk. A masterclass in bedroom intimacy where the silence between the notes feels as heavy as the lyrics.
It's like reading someone's diary while they're still in the room, but they're pretending you aren't there.
A fragile, unpolished collection of thoughts that feels both deeply lonely and strangely comforting.
The energy sits where this artist usually lives — held steady, not a departure.
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