They moved on without me.
Proper, UCT, the ones who once believed.
But I never stopped laying bricks.
This isn’t a podcast — it’s a relic.
A message sealed in the ache of becoming.
A voice note from the version of me
who refused to disappear.
To anyone building quietly,
to anyone trying when no one is watching —
this one’s for you.
Don’t play with me.
Not now. Not ever.
