Blast 24 https://youtu.be/JdVjmrrho0M video The world lights up, not with the warmth of spring, but with something somewhere occuring, turning ash, turning gray matter into gray matter. It exhausts itself. It's furious. It continues. It speaks crudely. It's the same old stories of apocalypse armageddon; you know what? these happen without any force at all. This dark night we go less than gentle, this dark night unbearable bright. The light is monstrous, is it not. Every night I don't sleep, go over my faults and mistakes, errors and wrong turns, one by one by one, sleep collapses me. How selfish our stories are that we tell ourselves. How selfish our stories are that we tell others. How selfish their stories are that they tell us. How powerful their stories are that they tell others. _I am come among us._ Daily I wait, await, cessation. It's this blinding light, light of a thousand, a million suns. It is that sound which is unheard at the moment of arrival, that sound without departure. I never get the last note in. There is none, neither this nor that, always - _always_ - expulsion. THIS is the sound of THAT. This _churns._ __ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
