yesterday afternoon, on my way to dinner, turned the radio on to hear a somewhat interesting interview with MURCOF, well to be honest the music did most of the talking.
it happened to be one of those moments when you´re hearing the precise song in the precise moment.
one begins tripping out and all of a sudden the surroundings dilute in a bleached out manner.
the funny thing was that i wasn´t even in "that" mood, i was simply driving, as my head was filled with a ton of involuntary and recurring thoughts.
texture out of sound
texture out of invisibility
touch to the unstructured
structure to the untouchable
abstraction of a reality,
to be heard on a roof.