Just like letters, composed by fragments building sentences and meaning, Capital Letters came to be. Relations, in a way, are kind of the same: fragments and pieces of another person that’ll try to paint you the whole picture. Constant in motion, constantly evolving. Still, there’s an inevitable end to it.
A synth riff in a studio in Stockholm. A letter in Uppsala. The stillness in Arvika.
As time she hides future tests, my hands searched restlessly for something to grab on to. Piece by piece i transcribed my fear of being alone and put it in a song, trying to figure out how it would feel to be this blank canvas.
How it feels to know you’ll have to leave many years of resolute love behind. How i was hollow and ready to be filled with anything before i met you. How i’m as hollow as before and that nothing has changed - there’s still an end.
But there’s also some meaning in the distance between now and then. Pieces and fragments that i kept and that i’ll treasure until the inevitable end.
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