Jiyein Kyun – Papon
one day, with god’s grace, my breathe will lose her home.
one day, most certainly i’ll fade; returned back to the dust, to the blank where i belong,… to emptiness.
one day, my voice will dilute, dissolve in space, with the pace of time and tides.
and that ordinary day should i die, i wish my mixtapes be my epitaph,
the closest organic proof of my unpretentious, trivial existence.
In the words of Friedrich Nietzsche:
Music unites all qualities: it can exalt us, divert us, cheer us up, or break the hardest of hearts with the softest of its melancholy tones. But its principal task is to lead our thoughts to higher things, to elevate, even to make us tremble…