Notes & Margins - Digital Download
Not everything comes at once.
Some of my writings are born through pieces.
Over time.
Whether a line in the margins of my notebook or a quick thought in the Notes app, they are conceived, but never fully developed.
I must sit with them until the moment comes.
With my voice, I try to call each one from the darkness into the light.
The pages before you have heeded my beckoning into the world.
Not everything comes at once.
Some of my writings are born through pieces.
Over time.
Whether a line in the margins of my notebook or a quick thought in the Notes app, they are conceived, but never fully developed.
I must sit with them until the moment comes.
With my voice, I try to call each one from the darkness into the light.
The pages before you have heeded my beckoning into the world.
Not everything comes at once.
Some of my writings are born through pieces.
Over time.
Whether a line in the margins of my notebook or a quick thought in the Notes app, they are conceived, but never fully developed.
I must sit with them until the moment comes.
With my voice, I try to call each one from the darkness into the light.
The pages before you have heeded my beckoning into the world.
