Robert Fripp
The Fillmore, San Francisco, USA, 12.06.05
 

Delay. Repetition. Hazard.

I can still smeel the bouganvillea as M. Fripp sends cascading loops out over an audience there for a band I've never heard of and don't stay to hear.

I'm walking home dazed and dreaming of sleeping and walking in my sleep in circles until tired enough to lie down and sink even deeper.

Deeper. Sigh.

Copyright © 2005 Alice Kenner