The song begins like the end of a flood, with a low and peaceful exhale. When it recedes, it leaves chimes dancing on the floor. Call me crazy, but an image of a person with countless eyes appears, gliding inches above an endless stretch of broken glass. The sky is void of light and color. The listener is slowly transitioned into a more natural experience, like a road trip through the American Southwest at midnight – with a soft, sporadic hum, a gentle bass note bobbing, and small pings building constellations. Something galactic intervenes, with the sound of radio waves and gentle piano – and a wash of something mysteriously chaotic and gorgeous casts the audience into the sky.

“Wandering” by Ann Annie – By Morning, 2022