Matrix Before Sant’Ambrogio
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Matrix: Joy Kitikonti, Mario Più, Francesconi. I am beginning to suspect the entire year could be reconstructed from flyers. January to December in lineups, black tops, train tickets, coat-check numbers and Sunday afternoons spent complaining about my legs. Tonight Kitikonti was the one I kept following. Clean, energetic, never forcing the room. Mario Più later gave me exactly the opposite thing I wanted, which is why the combination worked.
Music taste is becoming less about favourite and more about when.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.