[congeals to rime. Defnes blurred cold friction.]

congeals to rime. Defnes blurred cold friction.

Take a drag  through the snow. The fog freezes and a stream
sounds  beneath  the faint  outline of a bridge. Two hundred
shades of  white. When  you’re  confident that  the time  has
come,  the  decision  is  yours to  reverse course. A music ob-
scured by  scrim, a music that ceases to refect readiness. Be-
fore you’re completely frozen

turn this ship around, one  foot afer another. With a nagging
sense of detour, with continued detour and perpetual listing
aim for the studio.