Snow softens, swallows sound; in the silence a voice: ‘So, Iridium?’
You cannot fill the Empty places in your life With new purchases.
Music owes itself To time, whose counters reset With each new purchase
There’s never a last piece. The puzzle takes every chance to keep growing
Don’t expect to find the last piece of the puzzle, when there’s no puzzle
I’m able to buy nothing for this snow season oh look - microcosm
so what was the point of that percussion rack if you want elektron
deleted facebook too many module sale groups downloaded facebook
Easel arrived it’s a self-containing instrument, they say but I think it needs company
every time I buy something new I loose two months of my creative life
Serge integration Differentiation, too And I suck at math
Dreaming of modules Modules that do not exist I should learn to build
Sunday of rain - Floating on tutorials - Waiting for Norns.
Checking out miRack Surprisingly, I like it. Sent from my iPad.
