currents from seafloor by slinky
pathways between commune leading me to the exact place i must be at the exact time. whether swift and bustling with fellow divers, or simply myself all alone, drifting from a small push. how we look and perceive eachother in these spaces of passerby, and how fickle yet permanently ingrained in our brains our time seems to be. how it musnt be wasted, how we must strive to find the quickest route. this track is about making our own time, and taking the time to fully accept and take in all the things that typically pass us by.
