I have come to the conclusion that any preconceived notions of size are irrelevant. How could my inclusion to this earthly confusion possibly be so small when that’s what we label sediment. Still, I’m bigger than my bones, my nerves, my cells, micro-organisms and dirt, but I guess I just say that to feel like I have worth.
In my universe I see to the boundaries. In my universe I see: Gray skies, omnipresent lies, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine long as it rhymes. The kite might dive but not fall like the amoeba might sight the night but not feel small. It’s all string, it’s string, it’s all string. It’s all string being knotted in taught rings. It’s all string, I’m saying I’m all things, but I’m nothing and content with that. Today, I feel like an amoeba moving across a piece of sand to reach the other side and admire the view. Go home, empty the fridge, stress about it’s emotions and question it’s relevance by the ocean. Today I feel just like a hydrogen atom that wonders why? what? when? where? Depressed cries, cross-stitched with lies. But he still enjoys the carbon sky just as much as the next guy.
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022