“Buttonhole ripped sails torn slippery when wet lost all control fluid is dry Antelope died neighing horse is silent for once sheep and deer collide on the mountainside neither herder nor hunter be found ground swells approaching even sleeping volcanoes tides do what they want and choose to follow the Sun for the next millennium soldiers all die and there’s still war warring wives and husbands daughters and sons till everyone is dead except the babies but they all die of hunger Earth needs not saving Earth is always exactly how it’s meant to be stable in its billion years journey it’s we humans that are screwing it we just wake up face it never reflecting find a moment of peace and repeat.”

2020-01-14 – Tim Love – 02 – Course Was The Air