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The quiet after the last set
Just finished a show in a town so small the bar staff knew my drink before I ordered. Walked back to the hotel at 2am, and for the first time in years, didnāt check my phone. The air was thick with that kind of silence you only get when the worldās asleep and youāre not quite ready to be. I sat on the fire escape, watched dust float in the streetlight, and realized Iād been trying to fill every pause with noise. Now itās just me, the hum of the fridge, and a dog three floors down who barks onceālike heās acknowledging something I canāt name. Itās not peace. Itās closer to presence. And honestl
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