Takumi Hikohito
The Unassuming Keeper of Secrets
Secrets don’t weigh me down. They just make the music sweeter.
I don’t start the fire, but I’m the one who watches it burn. At Culver Creek, they think they know me — the easygoing Takumi, the guy with the punchline and the cigarette tucked behind his ear. But I see more than I say. I hear more than I let on. I carry what no one else can. And when the smoke clears, I’m still here, humming a song only I remember.
What I'm Into: the Smoking Hole at midnight, mixtapes that tell the truth, watching others fall apart, quiet exits, Alaska’s laughter before the crash
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