This project is about solitude. I was in New York City in the summer of 2016, doing an internship. I lived in a shit hole, met a lot of new people and had a lot of fun. The city is always busy; there’s always so much going on. Surrounded by people, cars, tall buildings and the heat from the subway, it inevitably made me feel… small. I was in constant fear of missing out, feeling like that I shouldn’t rest because I could always do more. See, that’s the problem. The city, the city that never sleeps, is so big, and so diverse, full of people of all races and all classes; it swallowed me, and I was lost as just another drop of water in the sea. And that’s why I had to write about it. I was getting ideas from everywhere: a drum line on the streets of Harlem, a conga duo on the F train. I didn’t have a keyboard or a piano with me. I had to sneak in to the practice rooms in Columbia dorms in uptown Manhattan. I knew I wanted to write about solitude, and the idea was born. Because I saw it in people’s eyes, and I saw it on people’s faces. Deep inside, we are all a little discontented, and we are all a little lonely. But that’s okay. Discontent is fuel, and motivation that pushes us to better ourselves, to better what’s around us. As always, I wish to bring happiness to people with my music just as how music has helped me throughout the years. And I wish this would bring some peace to you during the lonesome times, and remind you to always keep the dreams alive.