Back Colour getting less arbitrary
To what it means to be a poetic and a heart to a thing made within the imagination of concepts made into actuality?
What is that the ways that our fingers make something fresh, that it has eyes to be the centre of all our attempts to transcend mortality, over and above the whole waves that are the ideas that are there? Questions of the creation and craftsman who cannot handle his tool. Now that his ideas are serving.
Time is a burden, to see something that can see, feel, SERVE. Then make it together.
"Just shut up, here's a dough for the next gig, quit it with your poetry"
... Sure, I'll make him something
~Couch Gregor