@coursing

Instrumented Noise, Drone, and Trance. Based out of Portland, OR When I was a child I visited a strange abyss as I slept void of dimensional boundaries I stared into emptiness this world would find me every few months for years the landscape like an imagined hell where everything including my skin was made of rust, soot, and dirt everything solid fell apart upon my touch with outstretched arms my hands would contort my fingers lacing between each other in unnatural ways... the only thing here were pillars they stretched into the sky beyond my range of sight unimaginable to you during one visit I began to climb after years of visits to this place the climb was finished upon the roof of this world That held no design I heard a whirling of sounds for eternitie I would leap between these endless rows of pillars each pillar carrying with it a different noise and the hum of emptiness was my only light...

☼ a twenty three year old asian writer (she/her) from the suburbs. a writer (for fun), and a reader (for life), someone who hasn't used this platform for years, and someone who's been in love with the idea of love for a concerning amount of time. someone trying to mark their place in the world, doing it in the most unremarkable way. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ the memory i have of you / written and being rewritten and edited.

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