Not everything will last.

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Also: Hello again.

Words. One after another. Till they become a cascade.

Notes on a stave. Precision raindrops waiting to be fallen into sound.

Notes on a stave, scattering full stops as a means of composition.

The abhorrent sadness that you feel when that special someone no longer follows you, till you realise that in fact you have never met them and everything is fictional on this experiment in social interaction.

This is your social fiction.

A fixation on a specific sound.

We both made promises that we knew we couldn't keep.

Sound that we could lose ourselves in.

Getting a little better every time you tell me of the sunshine.

All this too much red wine I expect.

It has never been easier to support musicians by paying for their work directly, and yet a company that produces nothing and devalues the thing we all love is flourishing, while those who create remain broke. Delete your Spotify account. x.com/verge/status/9…

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary

Hello Hello.

I've had a change of name, this account was called Collapsing Shadows, but I'm now choosing to use my own name, and release music under that instead.

Here then, is a brand new track by me. Please take a listen. Hope you like it! ‘The Quickening Of Our Breath’ soundcloud.com/jacksonventura…

Been loving the Japan special programs on BBC Radio 3 #LateJunction this week. Check them out. Nick Luscombe bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0b…

Currently being hypnotised by water dripping into musical bowls. Beautiful sounds on #Exposure BBC Radio 3 #LateJunction @SharpV50 Nick Luscombe