Arrhythmic sounds turn my insides out. It can be almost tranquil in a slightly disturbing way. But sometimes that's just what we need.
Cranial projections from the vast view atop the hill. The grids of syntheic energy densely illuminates in areas where maybe some one you know is in pain, love, happiness, or grief. To be preoccupied with the a burden of others concern is very much a waste of time, though therein somewhere lies compassion. Where do we draw the line, without forgetting ourselves? I suppose forgetting oneself is completely impossible, but losing focus of what matters most, isn't completey out of the question. You cannot watch clock's watch every second pass, you know what's coming next. So let's just forget about standardization of twenty-four. Let's watch the sun rise and set; the moon will give up for a night, but it will be back the next.