Stars align, sometimes, and anger is a deep black hole, reversed on itself, as it to explode. The Universe sang that song once before, its echoes inside of our glasses at O'Leary's. Late at night is when the stars arrive, not always pretty and not a…
Even losers hear the music of the Universe ... listen. You will hear it. A subtle melody .. of found objects and rediscovered things. Harmony beckons.
--Pensato