to my ears – Massive Attack.
on my eyes – Keyboard & Screen
in my mind – a world of strawberry sunshine and fields that stretch on into a golden haze that chews all world and time into something that becomes something that it was not and now is.
and if you think that doesn’t make sense then you’re listening with the wrong language.
Odd though that the best description I have of otherworldliness is filled with concrete images from this world. All that is indescribable still borrows lines from that which is mundane and describable.
Any attempt to escape from description would either involve not writing and then referring you to the blank page.
How would that work?
Here’s a view of perfection:
How was it for you?