when I throw some paint at something and someone comes along and says What's That Meant To Be I go all shy and curl into a ball and don't talk to anyone for a fortnight, but when I throw a few notes at the mic and torture it no one asks what it is, but I can't resist telling them anyway - this isn't Noise that is too quiet, it is near-silent ambient that is too noisy - made this morning, photo Eling Saturday
PS I liked the donald trump film
PPS I was bored out my mind the second time I watched the new Joker film - I must remember that I am now too old to waste time doing anything a second time or meeting anyone a second time or anything secondly - the only thing I'll do over and over and over again is this.
(there's a better/newer version of this thing here = https://katharinebeastman.bandcamp.com/album/in-love-with-emptiness )