A void doesn't contain much: a windswept pizza box, cat eyes peeking out. But beneath the shadows, the Void is outrageous with unctuous excess, inadequacy masquerading as connectedness, impatient rage substituting for lush grass. Overflowing smoke, full and empty. As our universe is sucked down by the Void, so too does the Void swirl with the unattributed chaos of Kindness. Harnessing sweet melodies, salty sun glaze, and spirited punk, we weave tender patches into flourishing waves that push you forward. Kind Void pulls you into being here. Here. Where your shy fingertips tingle, your vulnerable heart squirms, and your soul bares. When you're here, you're not everywhere. You. Are. Here. Cherish your energy, whatever it is, turn off your phone, and together let's overwhelm our voids.