Thursday, October 23, 2014

transcendental highway track 12

i miss good asian food

















what is this? a drop of fresh vibrant-red paint on the canvas of
his life which had previously been smeared completely gray by
the mundane routines. suddenly the backdrop which was boring
and forgettable picked up a sound, a voice, a song. a tempo begins
and there is movement to this rhythm. what was once a soft,
blurry drone has become a clear, powerful beat. a rallying call.

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