Imagine sitting in a room where the wallpaper remembers every argument ever had, curtains smell like old apologies and tunes playing from a floor nobody lives on anymore. Distorted memories, voices slipping through the walls, a family portrait nobody dares to turn around.
Feels like seeing an entire family tree catch fire just to finally see where the smoke came from. Some are bravery and complicated yet willing to sit with its own discomfort. That's what makes the whole album so haunting. Victory lap and leaving the confession booth at sunrise.
Denim kind of day, nothing too elaborate. just wandering around with my buds tucked in, the same track making its fifth or sixth appearance. Also my wardrobe seems to have an attachment to blue jeans. Un peu de soleil, old habits.