Younger, Older from Tabletop Conversations by Six Missing, B9

I ran Shaan’s piano through a cassette deck and let time do its work. Warble, hiss, and character emerged—imperfections that made it feel human. I played the Space Echo by hand, letting delay become a metaphor for memory: it repeats, changes, and disappears.
Strings enter like an old photograph—faded at the edges, but sharp with emotion.
This is a track for reflecting. For remembering who you were, and honoring who you are now. A quiet tear might fall here, and that’s okay.
Time passes. But we carry it with us.

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