dedicated to and assembled from the aural expressiveness of a particular automatic coffee maker.

we shall for the moment put aside the acute feelings of personal dismay associated with being already sufficiently conscious to hear these sounds when strikes the painfully early hour at which this beast is programmed to kick into gear -- it's never a good sign.

from across

mostly a downtempo diary

long-haul landscapes floating
over misted highways while

wipers smear droplets into
polyrhythmic haiku

sounds to do something
else by, for those who

have Logged Out

from across

sel-sync