A small song about thought-noise, phone-noise, private wars, beauty guilt, paranoia grammar, and the strange mercy of not taking everything personally. Naarm Drift is a developing current of music and visual art: not a fixed genre, not a closed scene, and not limited to geography.

This one moves somewhere between spoken song, electronic drift, comic interruption, private confession, and soft nervous-system repair. The song exists here first. Then outward.

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