It is certainly impossible to think; impossible, really, to do anything at all. Circularity inhabits the wheel, and sheer exhaustion is all that keeps us pushing it forward. Had we only the energy to see it, we might then have the energy to stop. Centuries are dust; civilizations only the marginal scribblings in a disregarded apocrypha, the footnotes to the appendix of a volume of inconsequential trivia.
Listen Now.
In the abandoned archive, a cobwebbed librarian is trying to make sense of the following messages:
Negativland - Time ZonesWhite Noise - Love Without SoundCircus Devils - Yellow CloudKiyoshi Kobayashi & The Gypsy Swing Gang - Sous Le Ciel De TamagawaS*** And Shine - Seeing Life Through A Young Man's EyesLaw Holt - Coins For YouTimber Timbre - Creep On Creepin' OnTroubled by unconvincing illusions of thought? Send those vacillating empty ghosts of consciousness to [email protected] wherein they will be fittingly exorcised.
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