I had a conversation with Momoka later in the day, who didn’t look like she was feeling well. We talked about just how miserable we are as we isolate ourselves with worries that entrapped suffocations when we keep them all in. After all, when we simply open up a little we can allow some light to shine over our darknesses and put those troubled thoughts in context, or at least have a perspective that leads to a real resolution in our heart, which is impossible when we go deeper and deeper down our own bleakness until we turn it into a loop-type personal nightmare. It was a very poignant conversation and it made me ponder on what I might still be holding on to so tightly, to the point that no one truly has access to me, that I ward myself from touching any potential emancipative freedom, in a way that no possible insight expression can bloom and I will inevitably turn into an emotional dry land, too sterile to even believe that something ever grew from my soil once upon a time.

Little did I know that our conversation would be recorded later at night – not our words nor any fragments of our conversation, but the testimony of a liberated heart. When I asked Momoka to join us in the studio to express herself on a segment of the song we were digging in, it was a completely different person who appeared. Spiritually, I mean… I could say that an important burden had been removed from her shoulders, that she had decided to embrace what she was going through from another angle. You can’t fake that, especially when you are standing in the control room and everyone is there, looking at you, and the only guideline given is: “Abandon yourself to the vibe, the song will guide you, transport yourself in its emotional dimension. We will all disappear and you won’t even be in the studio anymore, you’ll be within yourself.” You know, something clear and easy. And she did. It was “it”. “It” as a pure abandonment. Again, there’s no right or wrong, good or bad, it has nothing to do with any performance in what I do, as it’s about why I do it, rather than how I need to do it to be recognized later. True art is about shaping and reshaping, it doesn’t have anything to do with the prospect of commercialization nor with the parameters of a “road to mass success”. And today, Momoka was that incarnation. She was the song, a vivid representation that honesty is the flow of our own self-enfranchised motion. It’s exhausting, but in a wonderfully emancipative way.