Munan on Everything in Between: Songs for the Soft Unknown
The morning light falls across an unmade bed, the corners of a book still open from the night before. Somewhere in another room, water begins to boil. Dust dances in the air like it’s moving to a rhythm only the heart can hear. Everything in Between begins like this — not with a bang, but with a breath. It steps into the room quietly, like a thought you’d almost forgotten but suddenly need to feel again.