creating was never a choice. it arrives like hunger, at the worst hour.
a rain is ten minutes to answer it. then back to your life.
no streaks, no app, nothing to keep up with.
it finds you inside the noise, at one quiet hour that's yours.
stand under Nimbus
leave your email.
a rain will find you.
once or twice a month, no more. one quiet hour to make something when no one is asking you to. stop anytime, in one click.
you don't make it to escape the world. you make it to find the people who can hear you. see what others made, added by hand.