fall_and_fade birdmad rhythm time gravity and motion sound and smoke i feel like the tides "if only tonight we could sleep" smoke and half-light inhale exhale clockwork memory ticking along sound of fan oscillating sound of drumbeat in the speakers the last sound of the day is the audible collapse of the last second of one day giving way to the next, like an old building being collapsed to make way for the next day imagination full of strange architectures. requiems for ashes and rehearsals for impending time washed under the hazy waves of sleep heavy eyed dream-time 030613 ... a fan... i dream of you. 030613 what's it to you? who go blather from