Haven Intermediate, 2015
Haven Intermediate. Here I sit between the boundaries of our consciousness, here I drift among the remnants of a story. Though the fleeting memories that assemble within my mind are hazy, their voices produce amazing echoes; they speak languages unheard of.
"Where am I and what have I been through," I keep asking myself.
Perhaps, if I sing my memories, they will float away to some other mystical realm where they can be safe from this entropic chaos and free from the invisible chains that bind me to it. May they fall as raindrops on distant forests, may they be the light that stars inspire, may they be the warmth that embraces the days of spring, may they be the winds that bring the fall. May they be music.
And somehow, years later, I keep asking myself the same thing: "Where am I and what have I been through". And somehow, years later, this product of teenage wonder and experimentation has its special way of anchoring me to the stories and memories behind each and every one of these songs.
I am trapped in a strange time capsule. Maybe that explains why it’s so lonely here.
Not too lonely, though.
To teeter on the edge of this haven is to flirt with chaos. Its call is perfect. Will you join me? Will you reach out from beyond this glass wall?
— 2015