Holocene
What are we in company of magnificent things such as the sky? How small is our existence in this vast cosmos? As the world caved in, I realized how insignificant we are, as humans, in this world. But there's beauty in knowing there's so much more than I already know of the universe, of which we're not a part of.
"The title is a metaphor for when you're not doing well. But it's also about redemption and realizing that you're worth something; that you're special and not special at the same time."
