The entropy of the universe is always increasing. Clutter…clutter, an ever increasing clutter. A cacophony of being, striving, yearning. Always for more, more, more- I just can’t get enough in the background. The spirit of the times. Whirling, impossible to capture. Impossible to stop.
We double down on sound. Dripping with the grease of unstoppable, unfaphomable noise. A clutter of meaning, ideas…and blue people with small faces. We double down.
We came to Chicago when Jesus left Chicago. We are here now. We double down on now. Zeitgeist&WeltSchmertz. We increase the entropy of our little corner.
We take nothing and offer even less. Come bare and leave bare. Barely touched and yet, somehow transformed