WHYNOTTURNTHETELLYOFF?

Sometimes, in the long and lonely evenings, when the shutters are locked against the sound and fury of the urban sprall, I set about the process of self distraction, of self-delusion, of re-creating within my room that very thing I have barred from without.

There is no escape from the driving energy of urban wind, is there(?)

Even those who, through good fortune, choice, or happenstance, inhabit a quietly rural environment, are still held at the whims of urban minds; unable, as they are, to escape from TV, 'phone, radio, or computer screen; locked in and stupified by their own need for solace and vain glories.

Occasionally we soften our hearts with pointlessly romantic notions of isolation, dreaming of the sturdy log cabin at the root of the Potomac, the yhurt on the wild and empty Tuvan plain, or the boat adrift the endless sea with nought but a chart, a compass, and a full sail. Are we not kidding ourselves(?) Do we not know, in our troubled heart-of-hearts, that we need the urban landscape to sustain us as much as it needs us to sustain it(?) The only real retreat, of course, is inside us; yet going there can feel like a lonelier place than crying behind the church at your ex-wife's wedding.

So what does that all mean then?
Well, i like to make music, have a listen if you like...
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