Stories in the Minor Key

Sing me a story. Tell me a song. Time is a breaking instrument, warping once-familiar melodies the longer they are played. A triumphant note becomes one of loss; a hollow chord is filled with memories. Shout out, and hear fairytale lyrics grow ever-more distorted, transformed by the length of dandelion fields—by wending museum hallways—by the apotheosis of gods at the end of all things.Themes of l...