Thursday, 22 October 2015

When your time-suit is three sizes too large the loose space fills with the fight for an identity.
The addiction to navel gazing contemplation. Abstract (and soon-dispersed) solutions occur when you're slacking off from a natural life of concrete trouble-stirring. A solution without rhythm is not a solution to live with for long. In a cyclical world music might be the only lasting solution.

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