by Tomorrow's Man
April 29, 2004
I've found that, on a warm day, a red metal windchime with reverberate each of its tones toward space for close to three hours before they decay; my apartment, right now, with the 80-degree gusts blowing through, sounds like the infinite soundtrack of the Bright Path to Heaven as written by a caffeinated Brian Eno.
It will be a shame to shut the door.