Where this story begins and ends at this same time.
When everything evaporates...
When silence cracks
I'm fine to call my music worthless. In the sense that I don't know how to give it an objective value.
My music would be in it's highest form if it doesn't provide anything concrete.
On the deepest level, I don't find an objective value in my music. In that way it could be seen as worthless. I hope that my music provides nothing concrete, nothing nameable, nothing you can use for something.