my name is alex

There's something in this rotation about being caught between stillness and longing — Olivia Dean's warm, close-mic'd intimacy sitting right next to Brooke Fraser's patient, building faith, and then Okelo's interludio dropping in like a breath held between two bigger moments. The interludio choice is specific: not the full song, the transition. You're living somewhere in-between right now, not at the destination. Fraser's "Seeds" in particular suggests you're doing the slower, less visible work of something — planting without seeing growth yet. Dean's voice is so unguarded it almost aches; you're probably letting yourself feel things more directly than usual.