Do you remember your quarantine? Of course you do. I remember mine. Each day blurred with the day before and with the day after, and with the day after that. Here too I find no tonal hierarchy. Or just perhaps that which, as one might superficially expect, is often established by the elementary procedure of repetition. However, if I listen and observe carefully, I do not find the usual and necessary robustness either. Nope. Repetitive ideas now openly clash with the physical decay my very old cassette tapes have endured over the course of many years. How cruel. I would burst into tears were it not for the fact that your jasmine scent still lingers in my memories, fuchsia and sweet. Time is unforgiving.
cosmic lithium :) 