Detroit & Raelina
Detroit Detroit
Raelina Raelina
Raelina Raelina
Do you ever feel the rhythm of a machine when it’s alive, like a heartbeat, and when it dies, it’s a quiet kind of grief?
Detroit Detroit
When a machine's whirring, it's got a pulse, just like a heartbeat. When it stops, the silence hits hard—quiet grief, but still, it’s the same machine just breathing out.
Raelina Raelina
I’m with you—there’s this uncanny feeling that when a machine goes silent, it’s almost like it’s taking a breath and then sighing away the day. It's poetic, if you think about it.