Life Ep Celavie Group- — -my Early

I was born into a small, sunlit room that smelled like lemon oil and old paperbacks, where my grandmother kept jars of jam and a stack of battered postcards tied with twine. The town outside moved with a languid confidence: laundry swung from balconies like flags, bicycle bells tacked time to the day, and a tram clattered by with a sound that always felt like a punctuation mark. That was my first map — smells, sounds, and the way light pooled on the windowsill at four in the afternoon.