You are what you do but sometimes that line moves, then blurs.
“I think about how far away from here I’ll be tomorrow. But tomorrow is only a horizon. It’s the line wavering under my feet — just a trick I’ve played on my eyes to convince me there’s a destination in sight. This must be time travel.” - Em Jiang
Roots Connective - Yclept Insan
Field Recording of a song by Well (interviewee)