A makeshift umbrella for the downpour of expectation. the eye the ear the imagination unhinged from the door. Writers i like, where i don't = me. Kooky. ancient come anew. Language of the mind transposed? If you pile up the consonancies, it grows dissonant - a dissonance born of excess - our sound - what we can hold - can send out - trailing blisses. Simply. moving into the unknown body. moving into the unknown mind. moving the known into the unknown. Knowing it. inviting.