Caught between the intricate layers of progressive soundscapes and delicate dream-pop whispers—I'm the type who finds solace in both Rush's mathematical complexity and Bon Iver's wintry vulnerability. Scandinavian folk runs through my veins alongside the raw energy of 90s rock, and I'm equally at home exploring emerging sounds from North Macedonia as I am rewatching Pearl Jam documentaries. There's something about blending neoclassical arrangements with indie rebellion that just makes sense to me; I chase that feeling whether it's through Max Richter's ethereal compositions or beabadoobee's unapologetic rawness. Life's a mix of introspection and adventure—sometimes I'm lost in ambient expanses, other times I'm fully immersed in the visceral punch of alternative rock. I don't do shallow waters.