The Hum Is Looking Back

Push one end of a stick that reaches the Moon, and the far end won't move until the wave travels through it. Nothing is rigid; everything is vibration. So why does any of it feel like anything at all? This song is about the moment the shaking learned to feel, when a wave becomes a colour, a song, a feeling we call "me." Maybe consciousness isn't inside us; maybe we're inside it. We aren't the ones who shaped the world, we're the shape it made. And the hum is looking back.