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What is it you find when you’re not looking for anything? It is a peculiar process, where you can find, without knowing what you’re looking for, it doesn’t seem right, it sounds like endearing nonsense, a dream once had, that made a connection but no memory of it is left, only this sensation, of it being familiar, of it being old. 

Circling things tend to show the most beauty, even the basic shape in nature, the simple curve, the shape of a circle, an arc, that is what I find most when I stop to look.

The music tells a story, a mood, a context, a feeling, it’s quite abounding and clear, such simple pleasures.

It’s the bits that stand out from the road, that make the road worth your time.

Conical, circling, serpentry, that’s the derivative. So much home to be found in other languages.

We are improv concerts on Parisian rues, we are the celebrity and the fan, sweet folly and hallowed words, we’re just awesome.

It is a beautiful day, today is the first day I’ve been out in the sunlight for a week, it’s nice wandering streets, buying my impulses and talking to store attendants who are experiencing both boredom and purpose, a weird mix, they find it all very, the same, like they’ve lived the day over thousands of times, constant change, what a wonderful term.

Most any system or theory which underestimates their detractors increases it’s potential for failure, in a scientific world.

God the new Bon Iver album is beautiful, world definingly beautiful, sweet hope and agony.

Music is powerful that way, a world of sound to envelope you for a while, our experiences becoming the melodies that we keep in the mind, gaining significance as we sing along, gaining familiarity, as we repeat. Gaining solemnity, when we finish.