Falling Water ~ Frank Lloyd Wright
The desert was also not so good as to allow me to fly away, it was crueller than all that had gone before; it spoke directly to me.
The mind holds no obligation to the present; it will not comply with the now, not without equating and comparing in analogue all current input with that which has already been experienced. The resultant output is a not necessarily coherent analysis of any given situation, but that which pertains primarily to the survival of the organic clock that resides within the skull.
Iskandor: my name handed by tradition to the woman on the end of time’s arrow; the woman to whom time would hand less a bow to harness the arrow, but rather the fingers to play across the keys of a piano descending a shaft of finite depth.
To crash in discord those shattered keys and chord progressions uncharted by even the most unconventional of composers in a world of alien aesthetic.
The mind holds no obligation to the present; it will not comply with the now, not without equating and comparing in analogue all current input with that which has already been experienced. The resultant output is a not necessarily coherent analysis of any given situation, but that which pertains primarily to the survival of the organic clock that resides within the skull.
Iskandor: my name handed by tradition to the woman on the end of time’s arrow; the woman to whom time would hand less a bow to harness the arrow, but rather the fingers to play across the keys of a piano descending a shaft of finite depth.
To crash in discord those shattered keys and chord progressions uncharted by even the most unconventional of composers in a world of alien aesthetic.
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