settling with thedust

the ethics of epic. my interrogation ends here.

the week is a conundrum. somewhere in here my silence is still sleeping. gently rocking in it's dreams. outside the band plays on.

my epistomology needs vivisection. i occupy myself with the mundane. with the trivial. with the bittersweet.

this is joy in two tone. despite the differences and the difficulties i wouldn't rearrange a thing.