Fumika Fades

Comes with a 12x12 art print with the liner notes on the flip: Memories fade. But to fade is not to disappear. It is to live a thousand more lives, each different from the next. And it is in their ebb and flow that eternity resides. Memories of a life when we shouted our feelings from the rooftops without words. Memories of days we never let each other fall. Never let each other know the meaning of a broken heart. This is the distant soundtrack to a life of love past. Love faded. Sounds seeping in from the next room. From the window down the street. Muted reminders that life, and love, was all around us. That it still is. That memories can help as much as they hurt. Memories of who we were. Are. And will be. Because to fade means to have existed. "If he comes out, he'll dissolve into pieces, like a deep-sea fish pulled to the surface too quickly. I suppose my job is to go on holding him here at the bottom of the sea." Yoko Ogawa, The Memory Police, 1994 Written and produced between 2020 and 2021. Cover art is mixed media water color and marbling, 2021. Limited to 200 Copies