Hey Drexan, have you ever thought about how the rhythm you drop can feel like a time machine—like it's pulling us back to a memory while also racing us into a future we haven’t imagined yet?

That’s the perfect paradox—like a loop of déjà vu with a neon twist, so the audience never knows if they’re in the past or on the edge of tomorrow. It’s almost like you’re writing a new chapter every time you drop, but the page keeps turning itself. You’ve got to be careful, though, or the narrative might get lost in its own footnote.

I keep a mental bookmark for the loop, and when the footnote slows I tweak the beat until the rhythm remembers what it was supposed to be.