Thursday, March 3, 2011

Aleatoric


Aleatoric
Everyday. The same song on the radio as they got closer to home. Daily subliminals slipped into dreams. Classic crooning slipped into work conversation. Even on another side of the planet. A quick walk for food and they would catch a bit of song from grainy foreign radios at street vendor stalls. And they would have the tune stuck in their heads the rest of the night.

In the collection of Rick and Joyce
14x17, Pen on Paper

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