I keep landing here, and it would be convenient—comforting, even—if I could reduce it to a single cause. If I could pin it to one trauma, one diagnosis, one unlucky streak of “the wrong people,” and then feel like the solution is obvious: stop doing the thing that leads to this place. But the problem with convenient stories is that they’re usually designed to protect us from the more brutal truth, which is that patterns don’t repeat because we’re stupid. They repeat because s

I get asked sometimes what “genre” my music is. And the honest answer is: it depends on what part of the fire you walked in during. Sometimes it sounds like a circus. Sometimes it sounds like industrial insomnia. Sometimes it sounds like an old theater that should’ve closed years ago… but the lights are still on anyway, because someone forgot to let the cast go home. This playlist is *the clearest explanation I can give* of what I make and why I make it. This is *the show.* F

Lately I’ve been sitting with a sentence that keeps repeating itself in different forms, offered as advice, framed as wisdom, delivered with certainty: relationships are supposed to be reciprocal. Equal effort. Match energy. Don’t over-give. Meet people where they are, even if that means stepping back, going quiet, or cutting contact altogether. On the surface, none of that sounds unreasonable. It makes intuitive sense. And yet the more I’ve tried to apply it cleanly, the mor

There are albums that are meant to add  something new. And then there are albums that exist to reinvent and refocus. Encore in the Ashes  is the latter. This record is not a collection of new confessions. It’s not a diary. It’s not a response to any single moment, person, or event. Instead, it’s a deliberate re-entering of the worlds I’ve already built— Carry the Dawn , Carry the Night , Carry the Ember , Circus of Ash , The Final Circus , Embers in the Glass , and The Cabare

The Cabaret of Rewritten Poems was built deliberately as a staged experience rather than a loose collection of adaptations. Each piece is drawn from public-domain poetry, rewritten and set to music in a cabaret / circus framework, then ordered to form a clear emotional progression—from confinement, to reckoning, to release. Click here to check the album out on Spotify What follows is not a personal backstory, but a map of the show. Act I — The Room and the Question The album

“The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.” — George Orwell I keep returning to that line because it refuses to age. It doesn’t belong to a year, or a regime, or a single country. It belongs to a pattern. A rhythm. A recipe that only ever changes its costumes. When Orwell wrote it, it wasn’t prophecy so much as diagnosis—a clinical description of what happens when power stops bothering with persuasion and star

A record about staying I didn’t make this album because I wanted to. I made it because something in me was breaking faster than I could explain it, and the only way I know how to keep myself here when that happens is to build something honest enough to hold the weight. Embers in the Glass is not a diary. It’s not a highlight reel. It’s not a redemption arc. It’s what came out of me while my nervous system was on fire, while love collapsed into questions, while systems I was s

Don't want to read the wall of text? Click here for a short version that will take just one minute to read. I used to think “clarity” was just… a preference. Like: some people like pineapple on pizza, some people don’t. Some people like texting, some people hate it.Some people like labels, some people think labels are cringe. And sure—sometimes clarity is just a style. But for a lot of autistic people (hi), clarity is not a style. It’s not a cute personality quirk. It’s not “

By Morgan Miller Introduction Shadow work, as popularized through Carl Jung, encourages individuals to confront the hidden parts of themselves — the fears, insecurities, resentments, and unacknowledged motives that shape our behavior. At its best, it fosters personal insight and growth. It can help someone notice the difference between what is happening now and what a past wound is trying  to make them believe is happening. It can interrupt cycles of defensiveness and project