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oh yes, if anyone here happens to be around Montreal on Friday, I’m playing a set at a beautiful old theatre around 9pm.
I’m actually kind of excited for this show, in a way I haven’t been toward playing live lately. so much of myself has been pouring out into recording, it’s nice to take a break from that for direct contact.
I think it’ll be a beautiful night. Violin and bowed bass and grunge guitar.
imagine being carried home
(the restless kind)
shoulder blades, spine
blood beneath the surface of you
thickened by heat
here, look at these colours.
not entirely relevant, but they are nice.
I notice my own heart beating and my own blood running.
facing your own existence is large and difficult and it’s easy to forget that you exist when you are among people. I think that’s why people are afraid of being alone.