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Music with its' melodies with so many different sounds and arrangements, electronic and analog. Such melodies instill emotion and like pictures within us and paint empathic pictures from tones. not even speech. It's all so fascinating to me, and I love it.

Realizing that so much of me is steeped in empathy and connection makes so much sense <3

You probably, if you can, imagined something with it. Each one of your imagery was different and unique than even mind, but there's a connection there. and in that connection: empathy, understanding, relation. As old as we are as sentient beings.
If even for brief moments, I cherish these connections and exchanges of empathy through storytelling. It is a deeply profound joy within me, and I love to pass along such things :)

early fascination with imagery and the mind's eye.
If I tell you about a place by the ocean and a long stone dock jutting further out than most docks go. If I talk to you about walking down that dock and sitting on its' edge, surrounded by the waves of the ocean, watching the sun glow orange and dim over the horizon, and as that sun dips below and dark takes over, you see blue lights in the water around you from luminescent life .

A large part of me has always felt akin to fae, and I could never parse it until now. Two of my greatest passions have roots in storytelling and empathy. Connection between me and you, the listener or reader. My job is to make you see and/or feel things, and I like to focus on such otherworldly things.
But it remains that my passion is one of empathy and connection.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDTlmUDEsxk (until ~2:10) (Thanks Radiolab dude)

Given my keen interest in both writing and music, this piece (and speech) got me thinking about why I'm a writer and why I love music and production so much on a conceptual level.

At this point in my life I have moments maybe every month where I realize another part of me that is interwoven and connected together in a brilliant tapestry of Me.