Four hours of rearranging inanimate objects to reveal space that will serve as a pregnant void awaiting the unleashing of industry and creation. A quiet purging of social-networking and mobile technology to permit meaningful connectivity to that world beyond human consciousness, a pigeon with a limp for instance or a cheeky puddle of water.
Tick, tock, tick...
Until the next note, after the static expires - let's play some.
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