Sunroof by Britt Coxon Relax, the destination isn’t all that important, is it?

Trollbooth by Britt Coxon Graveyard shift in the Trollbooth. Deliveries due at 4am.

First contact or another footnote in history. I’ve somehow created three pieces of music this year. To go from none a year to three a year is quite reasonable considering everything else that’s happened in 2020.

You open the door, you step outside. You pause for a moment, blinded by the sun. Your eyes adjust to the larger world, you take a second step, and then a third. Your journey has begun. I’ve been making more…