Mostly, a book of dialogue. Also book of inscribed things, which are monologue. A rock dedicated by the Queen to the future, neither the future nor the rock containing will or protest. I guess the dialogue is monologue too. No one is able to communicate with each other and instead seem to talk into a future. Fear what you don’t understand, yeah, but also you are most understood by what you don’t understand. A book of colors, mostly silver and blue, which signify change, which is a violent migration. A book about how things sort of solidify and die once they are the slightest bit commemorated (see: jazz, anniversaries). Overall, recombinations, dissonance. Finally it is a book of time, which is recursive and always has something to share about itself.

Mostly, a book of dialogue. Also book of inscribed things, which are monologue. A rock dedicated by the Queen to the future, neither the future nor the rock containing will or protest. I guess the dialogue is monologue too. No one is able to communicate with each other and instead seem to talk into a future. Fear what you don’t understand, yeah, but also you are most understood by what you don’t understand. A book of colors, mostly silver and blue, which signify change, which is a violent migration. A book about how things sort of solidify and die once they are the slightest bit commemorated (see: jazz, anniversaries). Overall, recombinations, dissonance. Finally it is a book of time, which is recursive and always has something to share about itself.