And
themusic we make is the strange interweaving, the weird interconnections, the relations inbetween all the things that we post. It's not so much in space, as in time we compose; not so much in words, or music, or art that we compose--though these elements of it.
Leave trails of ourselves throughout this cyber world--this place that is no place--to paraphrase William Gibson, we are our own spoor, our own flotsam and jetsam, ready to sing to the "ear" of those who will, those who can, listen, and hear.
I hear it as The Whole of Harmonium. How do you hear it?