DM

Soft as an old woollen jumper, the track smells of late autumn and cold coffee. Somewhere between ‘I'll be right there’ and ‘I can't sleep’ is where life happens - seemingly quiet, but inside everything is buzzing like an old record player. A little laziness, a little melancholy, and that feeling when the world is suspended between an unread message and a reply that you'll never send anyway.

This is how a generation sounds that is too lazy to call but afraid to disappear. Where feelings are not spoken - they just flicker on the screen like satellites overhead.