Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Excuse me sir, but do you hear a rhythm?
Cuz I swear I hear it. And I swear its there. Out there. Reverberating through the bitter air. Haunting deep into the ice pack of the merciless snow. And in here. Inside these tortured, hollow walls. Screaming out in silence for an escape that can only come too late.
And yet it doesn't care. It is nothing but a beat.
Only that which exists as process of another. Or so he told me. But what does he know and who am I to say. So yes, I know, its not very good. Not yet. Not terribly coherent, still more like a muddle. Just a vaguely recognizable beat, dripping in the background like a leaky tap. No, no, its not very good at all. Keeps on stumbling over its stool and stepping out of tune, getting caught up in the numbers, and just going too fucking far. But its coming back, and its gaining in momentum.
Listen. I swear I hear a rhythm.
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