Engraving handwritten music into an app on my laptop screen while sitting in a milk tea shop.

In a cozy, little corner— I scoop up squiggles on paper And bash them into blue screens, Casting permanent markings…And yet I don’t seek attention; A quieter year is my resignation. Trade wars vanish like a gaslit craze; And yet my poor heart dissolves into rage. Sunday matcha and mango milk teas repress The past [...]