On the fourth floor, tucked away in the  hallowed halls of Block A at Funkhaus Nalepastraße, my wee studio exists as a space for sonic exploration — a place to listen closely, record, and experiment.

Framed by a double window facing west, the room looks out across the city, bearing witness to the slow descent of the sun over the former East. Home to long evenings, early mornings, changing light, the occasional cinematic sunset.

The studio is set up for tracking a wide range of instruments, with a growing collection of vintage analogue hardware and an upright piano at its heart. A space for things to take shape, sounds to find their form, and for the unexpected to happen.