I've seen tomorrow & it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday. The distant glow I was aiming towards turned out to be weak, washy, and thin. Though the days turned I had not grown an inch. What looked open had just closed up again. We row & row. We stay the same. We're clutching oars. We row & row & reach distant shores the same as where we left & we're the same weaklings hesitating to give in. there is only the grace of wind.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
K01. BMAX (first wave, 2005)
TO BE YOUNG (is to be sad, is to be high...)
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In the winter of 2004-5 morale was low. Things were hard in our lives, as individuals, and at work, as employees. The mood at Bmax was wretched and mood in life was wretched, for reasons which I will not go into here. Suffice to say there were a lot of people in one tiny place dealing with a lot things and we were desperately in need of some kind of anti-sadness, some kind of anti-cold, some sort of SPELL. And the radio man said "Women were a curse." and so men built Paramount Studios, and men built Columbia Studios,
and men built a Los Angeles.
it is five AM,
this is the seance.
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