“forward is a pace!” i overheard a runner say this to their friend as they ran by me the other day. i like that. the 1 year anniversary of my last album i, sabotage, happened last week. i remember once i put this album out i felt…

i started my run today before the sun came up. i forgot how nice that can feel. a quiet morning in the dark while the rest of the city sleeps. my dad has always been a very early riser and i guess…

no direction in today’s post so here’s a bunch of disconnected thoughts that have been bouncing around in my brain…

suno sucks. aside from the obvious part of it being trained off stolen music, i’ve been trying to put into words why suno makes me simultaneously depressed and angry as…

i’m sitting in an empty coffee shop, toying around with some typography for the opening credits of a music video. i’ve been doing this for the past two hours. it’s always a bit of a puzzle, but i like it. someone might say…

i once read this reddit conversation where someone asked a distance runner “how do you run further?” they replied…