Semi-permeable translucent vibes; rhythm through a château door into neon nights, and lanterns like red-eye photos look down on us. They look down on me, and they see me shaking the vibes out on cement cobble- blocks. I got the cancer / excess disease, we say I'm the new-old where the auto- focus is good but around us is gaussian blur forgotten future.
Experimental. Drunken mess with the new and old blending. Nothing explains better than New Year's where we're out with the old, in with the new and still we hold onto and build from the year before. Anyway, bit of fun.