In-between
Listening to Laika's Wherever I Am I Am What is Missing this morning, lost in Margaret Fiedler's voice and the dense body of instrumentation and electronics which swirl around her. We've got fog on the road today, low grey sky keeping the color from the heart of things. It threatens to rain, but hasn't yet. This feels like the cusp of tomorrow, that threshold on which one can hover for days and years if one so desires.
Until this train stops, I am neither here nor there. I am not who I set out to be. I am not who I was. I am caught in-between, listening to sounds which no one else can here.
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research
This is the archive of my research log that run until the end of 2004 when I switched over to LiveJournal for the routine blogging. Links herein may no longer work.