Aug 22–16 [.15]

Space is a dream to chase away the fear that we might ever be separate… Patterns pervade to entertain what later become memories of dreams we would have rather forgotten. How then do we breathe? Uninhibited and unconscious, a purposeful and absent-minded dance through dimensions of sound and beauty, the rhythm of life, the music of connection… Our hearts beat to defeat this most imperfect illusion. (Front)
Here comes the most predictable part… when the art begins again and the waves drift away, and we play our favorite parts, again and again, to recall better times, when we were young and we had friends. (Back)