I Wanna Live In A Math Rock World
A space of sine wave hills and valleys for contemplative hush. Where records and bike chains never skip, but rocks can to deliver messages across waters.
A place of ever divine acoustics formed of trilling birdsong and sweeping gusts. Where both falling and flourishing leaves are pixels to be fed into a grander, clearer picture.
Where current always carries the past to better shores and where occurance can be base for what may be sure. Where beings are songs as appreciable as all art and songs are beings waiting patiently to be encoded.
A graceful order built of catharsis and the unspoken, but friendly feelings. Where kindness is currency and collaboration is bartering.
You think a spot like this would be easier to track down inside of this universe.
But sadly not.












