Atmose & Obsidian
You ever notice how the city’s constant noise feels like a puzzle—sirens, trains, footsteps—each thing a note in a hidden melody that tells a story we never read?
Yeah, I’ve always felt that way. When the night comes around and the streets hum, I can’t help but line up the clatter and the beats in my head. It’s like a soundtrack that only the city really knows, and I try to pick up the hidden rhythm so I can feed it into my mixes. It keeps me wired, but in the best way.