working at the shop all day can make a guy want some process. whenever the well dries up and the cows go home you’re really just left with what you started with. the well was a discovery and the cows were a fluke. to have everything and nothing at the same time is a strange feeling, especially when considering that it’s all a matter of priority and substance. without losing control every once in a while you forget what it feels like to try and numbness sets in. as a result of the events unfolding as such it is apparent that things are suspended from the laces of shoegazers at a time when the sound hits its peak. when you realize there is no floor it is also a given that there are no walls and the day fades. lanes of rows lined along the strip of lights where the stars used to reside long before the wrong turns turned to bigger problems. when asked what he saw he wasn’t sure; could it have been a runaway or was it more likely that it was a pre-placed distraction for the sake of sanity. whenever it was, it was interesting.