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SHIFTING EDGES

Release Date: October 11th, 2024

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1. Cups and Creatures
2. Dirt
3. Breathless
4. Night crawling
5. The Calling
6. Interval
7. Bones
8. Nocturnal Beings
9. A House of Glass
10. Be Here, Still

Shifting Edges
流轉之緣


Back in 2020, immediately after 'A Time for Storm', I began working on a continuation.  Over the next 4 years, the project became an on and off thing.  I would come back to it and work on it for weeks, then leave it for months on end.  This was partly because I had other things going on, music or otherwise, and partly because I felt more and more distanced from it.  

When I started, it was a reflection of my feeling toward the state of the world at that moment.  As time passed, the world - and I, changed and I drifted further and further away from the starting point.  So when I finished the mastering last year, I considered not releasing the album.  But after a while, I thought my changing view matched the theme of the album quite well, as it is proof that everything does indeed shift.  

Shifting Edges is an ode to change and an encapsulation of the past 4 years.

 

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I've been in this house for years now. All I have is my own reflection, staring at me through the glassed walls.

Oh, and the creatures that come out at night. It doesn't help that I'm also a nocturnal being, which makes avoiding them that much more difficult. They are always sounding breathless, as if each breath was their last. At the beginning, their panting and whispering sent chills to my bones. Now, it is just mild annoyance. They don't bother me.

But that damn reflection. I haven't been able to shake that off. I try to pretend it's not there, but who am I kidding, I know it's there. Today, while I was busy not noticing the reflection, I felt the dirt move beneath me. Not move, but shift. Everything was shifting, and I was standing in place, shaking. Now I was gasping for air, sounding very much like the creatures I loathed.

Pressing my hands against the glass wall, I calmed myself. "Be here, still", I whispered. I felt a calling, telling me to leave. I looked back at the reflection. It was no longer there. I took a deep breath (it felt easier this time), and with the edges of the house shifting around me, I found an opening, and made my way out.

Of course, the creatures came with me.

 


 

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