#mostly autumn

During the car ride back, Harlan commented "you could tell it was prog rock crowd was out in force tonight, because people kept complementing the 5-string bass. Not the way I played it, just the fact I had one.”

The warm glow of a village sleeping silently, You rise to meet the bleakness of the mountain That roll into the distance, A ghost upon the north wind bound for nowhere, To meet the rising sun.

Evergreen - Mostly Autumn

(after the flemish chapter: humbled - detached/included/secluded/deluded - chain-link-like) (I should tattoo the point me at the sky let this love die piece on the inner side of my eyelids and open my heart wide for all the daggers in the world to reap it apart and to make it feel, scream in rapture to the point of launching the body into motion, whirling in despair or spinning in joyousness, bridging and reaching towards own tail, to be present on both sides of the coin)