Day 1:

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So yea I got the urge to start this. Wanted to share longer thoughts since I don't really share too many on social media. I still may play things close to the chest, but this is going to be purely instinctual. The blog background photo will forever be by the great Dakotah Whiting, a good friend and talented visionary.

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From a recent post:

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2025 was a whirlwind. Hard to describe. Not unlike the usual randomness and chance of it all, but it felt like that state between a dream and awareness. Elation and melancholy danced together to the textures of asymmetric music.

 

Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Discipline and and determination were intertwined with grief and pain. Joy felt as much home as it felt elusive. And in the next cycle of everything, I’m still here. Not sure why. I have my theories. But one could never know. And it’s that uncertainty that compels me to put pen to paper and carve the marble until I set the angel free.

Finally getting back to creating things. And such things they will be. Things to fill the music of the air with melodies that, if anything, can say I truly did exist.

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On another note:

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Times in the world are undoubtedly polarizing. My thought process tends to vary between obtusely macro and acutely micro. Planet earth has been a bizarre ride from the start, and that hasn't changed. Cycles upon cycles. "Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel". And we've sometimes become accustomed to comfortable cycles, yet extreme mind and body-shock levels at the uncomfortable ones, even though they are a constant in other parts of this vast planet. Sometimes, it all feels so empathy-lacking for me. 

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I am empathetic by nature. I feel what others feel, outside of the constraints of relatability. So, its hard for me to buy in to an idea of "mine and ours" over "them and theirs". So when atrocities happen to groups that have been happening to others (without proper reckoning) for decades and centuries, I become pensive and curious.

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I'll end todays entry with this: preparation over fear, knowledge over panic, proactivity over reactionary measures. True results are rarely without sacrifice. Now, on to the art.

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Day Something:

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who we are is an echo of flashbacks and a ripple of eventuality. if time is a circle, we are the entropy that propels its motion through space. in all that, i aim to live for the future, but never at the expense of the moment, and always with an image of the past. i am constantly reborn in every passion, every interaction, every crack in the continued. cuz i don’t know when it ends. who i am is a blur in the eyes of time. what truly remains are the feelings ive left while in transit.

 

dakotah sees the unseen. so it’s cool to share telepathy and paint it through a mirror inside a battery powered time capsule. then we share it the world because it’s just absolutely fire. but then, it’s not just that. it unearths a certain part of me that billows beneath the charisma and confidence. the need for complete self as an aside. the need collaboration. i believe it is the highest human form.

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Sometimes I question if it's worth it. Getting out ideas takes an inordinate amount of energy, time, organizational skills, community building, mental strength, dollars, and sanity. Utilizing my efforts in that way can often feel thankless, but then the horizon on faces after its finished. Yes. There I can see the reason. "Our lives are not our own" echoes so loud in those moments. I see the "why". I get it. it doesn't make it any less arduous, but it makes it worth it. In every aspect. 

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As i'm preparing to release this album, I have to constantly circle back to the circle. The never-ending. What I leave here lives long after me. Not a novel concept. but in practice it becomes gargantuan. LITA, also an acronym, represents an energy so special in my life. A whirlwind of personal dna codes that make me who I am... all circling a singular concept. Anyway, I'm excited to get these ideas out. 

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A voice telling me the ideas are infinite. Another telling me to empty myself before its too late. If I'm to imagine emptying myself, what would I look like? It would probably be a blur.