In a world underneath, misshapen with dusty covenants and bloated architecture,you are lost. Whistle while the chorus levitates above concrete slabs and you’ll find a way. Your way. Or a way will find you. A way will find you. And even an onslaught of clank clap clinked keys won’t throw it off. The cycle is predetermined. Ineffable to say the least. A cavity in space. A vacuum of salient throwbacks constantly boomeranging back to the beginning and coiling our comfort into tightly wound masses. Creating barricades. Bleak. Narrow.Thoughtless. Yet thoughtful and deep. Internally involved, panged by matter, submersed by mind.