You want a voice,
Like your shoelace,
Filtered as it passes
Through your loops.
You want to twist it,
Stretch it,
Pull it,
As hard as you can,
And tie it tightly
So that it never breathes.
But honey,
Let me tell you,
Mine is a tripwire
And if you so much as touch it
It will cause an explosion!
– VEDIKA GARODIA
WILDsound Festival 