Mountains of paper in my brief, mountains of dirt and stone and snow - I'm nestled neatly between a rock and the place I'd prefer to be, high above surveying the plain for interests.
Music alights only briefly in the distance; is it the calvary come to call? Or some pioneer spirit on the loose? Conference is the lead story....
"I play my red guitar -- It's the Devil in the flesh, it's the ire in my soul" - David Sylvian
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