As I told someone a short while ago, my apartment is sparse. I’ve been on a music spree the past two days. Slowly & steadily, all these dreamy moody songs overflow into my hands, the ones I haven’t heard of, the risks, the strangers, the friends of friends, the ones I’ve been meaning to hear.

They are glowing in my hands, rotating slowly in position on repeat. I’m taking them one by one and placing them in my apartment, filling in all this space. They echo all around, they grow, culminate in a crescendo, fade out. The rooms change with every song I put into it. A poor girl’s furniture.