Nostalgia, rediscovery, and second chances
Finding solace in the multiverse.
Hello, teen years.
A wake-up call in the city that never sleeps.
Revisiting the past gives meaning to the present.
Rediscovering music as a mirror.
Resurrecting a ritual.
On the quiet endings we only notice later.
A new chapter, an old habit, and the same restless voice.
It turns out I’ve always been trying to figure myself out.
A couch, a DeLorean, and the things we hold onto.
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