
I'm listening again right now to Guilty , a new song, a new exploration of house released and uploaded (21 days ago) by an astonishingly hard-hitting, brilliantly-named electronic music wizard of London, Ross From Friends . And I'm scouring with my mind, scouring all negative indents of recent times, those times reflected vaguely in memory, and I'm letting the song smooth over these indents, easing smoothing process, dreaming me, me dreaming. It mends well, very well, how well? Yes, infinitely well. Well? One memory, one mending: [...]

Days do boldly beat down. Steady quick disorientating beat, 127 BPM, where years in your memory last 2 minutes of pondering on a bus, on a bus taking you from town to the coast. Friends fall lively like flames. A lasting flame, like from a winter bonfire, a summer beach-fire, a flame at the end of season. Sitting there, giving smoke to each-other. It's a lovely life in company. And those seasonal days of dazing, drunking with company, those days scattered with darting beating dilating eyes, those friends' eyes you catch for a second before they slip through your damp drunk [...]