#or echoes

[uen-0]

i still haven't finished three houses

[sadbarrett]

a date concept: we listen to the dark side of the moon and don't say a word

[haectemporasunt]

a thought:

Those lost and lonely planets, adrift in the nebula, are going to be quite foggy. the interstellar mists roar across the moors, sink into the blinking bewildered moss, stream into the immense aural cavities of the inhabitating batlike sapients. In those mists the Bats derive both some small nutriment (much like whales straining krill from the sea), but more importantly they garner rumor, gossip, scraps of song, messages. Sound does not travel through space, but if you have the trick of it you can keep a rumor echoing through the matter making up the nebula. Shout a message into the stellar fog and watch it be carried off-planet in the slipstream to whatever kith stand with perked aural cavities on another lonely rock. You can never meet them, never know what they look like, but you can sing to them across the immense gulfs of space, and they will sing back to you, as friends.

[loureecl]

when i like a long song it seems to be like a 20 seconds song

[mezzodical]

space space space space space space space