Please read the story while listening to the music.
I have sat amongst the rows, amongst the people in their seats, a listening to the throws of the speakers on their feet.
It’s been hot as hell outside and cool as quicksilver in the stands, somewhere in the process, the moment comes to hand
Where it seems to become oppressive, unmitigated and obtuse, a elongated journey from the marrow to the ruse
To the people that walk in the morning, and the wellness of today and tonight, the cumulus of the evening and the passing of ASCILITE.