Every Day Feels The Same

8 Months with nowhere to call home. Living alone for a month in a small flat on the top floor of a house near the sea in Brighton.

One evening, Siobhán sat on a chair by the window, placed another chair in front of her with her phone on, made a beat, a bassline, and some ethereal synth sounds. Then she sat down by the window, played her mandolin, let the words and the melody come, and this is what happened.