Hidden Paths Posts

it’s about growing up, leaving home, building a life elsewhere, and realizing that return doesn’t restore anything—it only reveals what’s been shifted. the buildings are still there, your old haunts are still there, the people still recognizable, the past still intact in its own way, but something in the way you meet it has changed. you have changed, and in that change, no longer fit in the same way.

what the album keeps circling is not any one moment, but an accumulation: missed conversations that never fully reopen, relationships that continue but subtly drift, versions of yourself that still surface in memory but no longer really exist in the present tense. a yawning gap that forms not in rupture, but in time.

and layered underneath that is something sharper: the way separation isn’t just geographical or relational, but expressive. the voice itself changes. what you want to say doesn’t come out the same anymore—filtered through distance and everything that has happened in between. life lived apart. time that has left everything slightly out of sync with itself.

and so even the attempt to reach becomes something else: not return, but translation. not closure, but articulation across a space that no longer guarantees being heard properly—at all like before.

time doesn’t heal all. success doesn’t overwrite where you came from. leaving doesn’t undo what you still carry. it just changes what you’re able to access, and what only exists now as something you can look at but not step back into.

what emerges is separation as lived condition: the strange experience of loving what you no longer fully belong to, of still recognizing who you were without being able to become that version of yourself again—a version that once fit here, without question.

- Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory, Raphael Bob-Waksberg

for any person that chooses to create (whether you're good or "bad,") i hope you realize the power you hold. to connect with something, to make color and sound and words to feeling, and to share in community is so important in a time where there is an intentional means to isolate and withhold any sound or resonance to the world around you. it's the very reason why the arts are underfunded and dismissed, because it's a power everyone can hold to withstand the weight of these administrations.

more than ever, i hope artists and creatives realize how needed you are. beyond speaking for the times or making something that means anything, simply finding shape and poetry where it’s simply impossible to feel it’s there anymore is so important.