The Blurring of Time Passing.

“You won’t pass me, motherfucking Kia” his nasaly drone wore on… An old western cattle drive played through the recording again. This time it got clearer. They had adjusted the music to hear themselves think. To hear each other at least, as they sang along with the ballad. A ghastly take of an old standardContinue reading “The Blurring of Time Passing.”