LIVE. and live, WITHOUT.
You are not, a race.
You are life itself.
[ Midnight's hallow Moon made it's careful descent on our final day of October; and I have managed to pry off 888's pallid mask, and lock it carefully back in it's splintered wooden box. They seem content this year, the box will not rattle again for a while to come and my work will calm itself.
888 will seethe until October graces us again, and then I fear I will not be able to resist the masks call for another wretched month of sinister and experimental audio.
I hope you've all enjoyed the festivities, the music, and the holiday; I know I certainly did. ]