this is not

this is not serious

This is serious. Well, it may be serious. Sometimes it may seem more serious than it is. It may be that we are just busy creating this space, and we are walking around in it, experiencing it as it is, and not smiling yet.

This can be anything you want it to be. Like a kind of open-ended problem solving. We are showing up with a list of places to take you to, and you can decide what to do when you get there. We'll show you the trees, but they can turn into bushes or flowers or lamp posts.

You should not work too hard or shake all the little clues around in your head looking for connections. There is no explanation for anything unless you want to invent one.

music

    this is music

This music is an escape, an echo, an open door, or a toy. It rises out of an idea, which may be an image or a feeling or it may be the way two words sound together and the reverberations they set off. As it rises, it pulls in sounds from the atmosphere, collecting them into a manageable mass, like a large fragile bubble, which then hangs there until it pops.

Some of it is random and some of it is very determined. It is a map of a place, somewhere that's not here. Why go to a place we already know? Still, it's impossible to go anywhere without continually comparing it to home.

This music lives in the air. You can't wear it out, use it up, stuff it in a pocket or give it away. You can't keep it in a cage and throw it peanuts and little stale crackers. As long as it lasts, it's here, and then it goes back to its airy home.

this is not

this is

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