Last summer my youngest brother took his own life, to the shock and despair of his four brothers and his mother. I loved him dearly.
This sketchbook is an exploration of the last words we exchanged - emails about a collaboration on some of his songs - and the confusion and pain I feel when I revisit those emails, and how that conversation will never play out, and those songs never be sung again.
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