Yesterday at lunch I read an old friend’s post from 2013 and thought about how little everything has changed except us. It made me nostalgic in a way that felt fresh again 😂
the azari bakery in gisha has closed again. i stood there last week with a field recorder, recording the dough mixer for a track that will never be released because it sounds like every other track i've made.
The sky opened up like someone took a bucket of cold paint and spilled it across Johannesburg. I stood in my doorway with the rain on my face and felt something crack open inside me. Hehe
i spent two hours today trying to make a font work in photoshop cc 2015 that i bought from my cousin's brother-in-law who said he would send me the full version for free because he felt bad about the price.