Reggaeton has been a source of navigation for me to pick up on things of my younger self because lately I feel fucking lost. This feeling of directionless is nothing I'm unfamiliar with. Constant experimentation with my life sometimes leaves me with more unanswered questions than what I began two-stepping to. This feeling of opening a door only to find 7 more doors behind is humorous to me. I smile and finger-paint over all 7 when I can.
I have become an archeologist digging through my childhood memories, and using the hypnotizing boom-daboom-da, boom-daboom-da, boom-daboom-da to concentrate. I'm deconstructing life's complexities into simple 4/4 sections. I'm trying to see my perceived universe from another perception of myself. What do all these memories mean to me? I find myself trying to study all the forking paths I have taken like an investigator looking for a fugitive who will never be found. Perhaps it's time to step away from that time.
Whoever you are,
Valentino