Redacted.NV is the name given to the void that I scream into. It’s a cavernous maw choked with exploded stress balls and heart-shaped chocolates. What you listen to is what comes out on the other side.

Music and I have always had a constant and turbulent relationship. From deific mania to vitriolic frustration and intrusive sadness, music has been it all for me. It is an outlet. Somewhere for me to place the feeling and hope that it won’t get lost in translation.

Redacted.NV in so many ways isn’t me but what comes after me. You, the listener, prescribing your own meaning to it. Redacted.NV is the person you think of when you listen, not who I thought of making it. It’s those names I will never know and finding the beauty of not knowing.

Redacted.NV is not a gravestone; it’s the flowers.

wishful thinking – oct.30th, 2026

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