Meandering Reveries
Not everything belongs to a system.
Not every thought agrees to be understood.
Some things drift,
half-formed, half-remembered,
and refuse to settle into anything clean.
They end up here.
These aren’t part of a larger system.
They didn’t grow out of a single unit.
They came from somewhere else,
different moments, different thoughts, and feelings.
Take them as they are.
I. Strange Signals
II. Quiet Wounds
III. Velvet Graves
IV. Open Fire