true, true, true, true true

We’re just being ourselves We’re not presenting ourselves on a plate, commodifying ourselves. We’re refined and pared-back—plain but with an intriguing complexity. We’re simple and indestructible, our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy by spontaneous instinct, need no audience. You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it. We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking. We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding slightly scurrilous condom entanglements—yeah —there are reasons. true, true, true, true true. . . Songs for this: Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead