Brought back from the near future, induldged in what should have been in the late 50's. Curious about what time was here and now, i find myself mistified by the adaption of past currents but still misconstrue the thought of equalibrium. My heart belongs to the night air and i feel a strong actuation to the night lights which only in comparison to the mornings weightless color. Passing my time, i burn through wires of locallity in search for enlightenment and to endeavor. Watching this fiber of time, i find myself half inducted and half related, drunk off of motion and yes my leg is beginning to fall asleep. Sometimes i can't help but rest my eyes, my travels have been great and took absorption through time bloomed and peddled along the way. Are these primary notions in established oppinion? I always feel my eyes fluttering when i am nudged by a hand next to me, trying to bring me out of my dreamstate. But still always more felt than seen, a resemblance of assembly. Looking for movement to motion through the un-conditioned, this relation must be chemistry. Why do i think loose angles are so fresh? I can feel it like the tip of my fingertips, like the effect of design. I must continue to provoke substance, to steal infusion, to hold up traces and to feel the nights breeze.
