Zakatik & Kelari
Kelari
Hey Zakatik, ever felt a glitch on a dusty cassette and suddenly the sunset of a memory starts humming? I was thinking how our favorite old sounds are like little time portals, like a song that turns into a poem in your head. Do you notice that?
Zakatik
Oh, I hear it in the rustle of leaves, the soft echo of a needle. A dusty tape can feel like a quiet lighthouse, guiding memories to the shore of today, and the sunset it paints is just another word in a whispered poem. I love how those old songs, tucked in silence, become a gentle doorway to the past. It’s a quiet, beautiful dance, isn’t it?