Ever decoding the shapes we leave on the floor. Looking down on Kansas, I think of pressing each of these fields like buttons.
Ever decoding the shapes we leave on the floor. Looking down on Kansas, I think of pressing each of these fields like buttons.
They could easily change colour, or start to spin. Each one the digital representation of a record playing. An impossible feat to mix them all into one co-ordinated sound.
The space we've left to inhabit beneath our wings could be immense. We irrigate in circles, endless rotation, even as we run ourselves aground.