Thinking out loud without context with my friend Jojo after sleeping on her couch. Unscripted, but temporally re-arranged, in an attempt to reflect the nature of the cosmos. It's not about ideas, or an idea of "freedom" of "thought" or "speech" or whatever; it's about structure. And there is structure here too, a strong one, if your ears can see it. Our understanding of Time is not what shapes our stories; the shape of our stories envision our understanding of Time; great stories let Time roam free in order to present a whole and singular image. Eternity is the equivalent of an instant. Words are just colours on the canvas of this image. Can you see it? This is a parable of the necessity and power of art; one of many. To put it simply, what you're about to listen to is definitively useless.