By Anelise Chen
Precious room. A set of tools. Single track EP. Of distance, nothing. Of restraint, thread wound around a needle.
Sedulous retracing. Bears wear winter in their fur. Vinyl, volcanoes, sound breaks. Wallpaper pastiche.
Sultry tempo. That meeting. Standing light followed us. Rounding corners, the city. Playing tunes.
Pommelo. Our evening fountain. On the occasion of your wearing a yellow shirt.
Lead in melodies. While in the wait, slant light. Of dignity, distance. Of distance, a hole in a plaster wall.