in the end, she was nothing more than a pair of wings.
I enjoy making music. I enjoy making music across different genres, because I love those sounds. I make music to feel. I make music to not feel. I make music because I cannot cease to do so, or my spirit may shrivel up and die. The music I make is in various places. I will soon gather it all together here, but for now I will direct you to its scattered domiciles.
Nihilist und Christ: das reimt sich, das reimt sich nicht bloss.
The AntiChrist, Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche