Imagine a typical warm, lazy day: you’re lying in a hammock, sipping a cold mojito, and there are still two full weeks left of your vacation. It seems like paradise,
I honestly can’t remember the last time I sat in a cafe without rushing somewhere or worrying about my life. But today, I came across a piece of music that
As I wait for at least some sign of real warmth, I have no choice but to seek refuge in the sound waves of jazz-hop. Today, my ears are being
Sometimes I catch myself thinking that I’m no longer at the age where I can afford sudden mood swings. And yet, there are still days when a solid wave of
Sometimes I step away from the genres of music that simply entertain or soothe, and I look for something original—music that can actually talk to me. Music where you can
Day 1,490. Back in Sector 7. I’ve returned to the point where it all began. I’m exhausted, but not defeated. I need to rest and search this sector one more
Day 1,483. Returning to Sector 7. Sitting on the edge of a ruined high-rise, I see two worlds at once. Below me is the legacy of man — ruins, echoes
Before the day’s chaos could fully drown in the darkness of the night, I managed to put the kettle on to brew some coffee. While waiting, I was simply scrolling
Sometimes, during long winter frosts, we involuntarily lose the memory of true warmth. The cold becomes something habitual, and you almost stop believing that this white infinity will ever give
In the ever-evolving world of underground electronic music, few artists manage to capture the raw blend of melancholy and hope as effectively as Melancholic Bird. Hailing from the town of