I don’t even know what to call this release, or what kind of release it is.
I don’t think it’ s important, just like I don’t think it’s more important than it’s own existence.
Above all else, it’s a piece of me, for which I dug into the deepest, darkest corners of my soul in order to drag out. In those places, that even I didn’t know were so bleak, I was carried by a river of disappointment, whose speed and power grew stronger the further I went in my search, both in and out, among people.
But is disappointment such a bad thing? Isn’t it some sort of exorcism of deception?
For now I’ll stay with what it’s been, and this song is the summary of the last months I’ve lived.
13 is not a name, 13 is not a band, 13 is me, finding myself in it. 13 is not what people that didn’t know what I look like called me when writing my name down, along with alternatives. 13 doesn’t play a certain genre, 13 is not a category, 13 is what I feel. I believe that man doesn’t need names or categories, society needs them.
We are chaos, and words cannot define us, no matter how desperately we want it.
Dedicated to my forgotten brother, Bogdan “Tom” Groman.
