An Immersive World / 2024
Weightless. Eerie. Intimate.
Sinking between feeling and nothing.
From the ache of Skinny to the surrender of Birds of a Feather — each track a different depth. A different shade of soft.
A mirror held so close it distorts. Quiet devastation dressed in lullaby.
A craving that lives underneath the skin. Soft and sharp at once.
Adrift in something larger than yourself. Underwater stillness expanding.
The one where the softness becomes everything. Love as a total surrender.
A ghost wearing your reflection. Identity folding at the edges.
Each track a sinking. Each chorus a surfacing. The album breathes like something alive.
Reflection / Duality
The mirror breaks. It always breaks.
She inhabits the space between feeling everything and feeling nothing at all. This is that space.
“I want you to stay ’til I’m in the grave. ’Til I rot away, dead and buried. ’Til I’m in the casket you carry.” Birds of a Feather — Hit Me Hard and Soft, 2024