Saint Abdullah - Chiasmatic Relations CS

A couple months out from Moh's daughter being born. Feeling all sorts of feels. The headphones as a soundpath, through the belly, and into her ears. Escaping to inshallahlaland all together.

Daily walks in the neighbourhood, letting this land crawl into existence, one disposed Bengali tape at a time. The night paves way for the inner workings of life at home to reveal itself, one glance at a time. Life in the living room. Life from the streets into life at home. See, it's not just us, we tell ourselves. - Room40