Embraceable Silence / Disappearing Mirror #10 w/ Eric Maltz

Three weeks with no sleep and what was left? Sponge shoed, dreaming through the grocery store, getting double of everything, like records, like coffees, like hands. If talking, then the words sounded looking up at the fluorescent bulbs beaming down. When did I decide to lay down? The hum of the refrigerates getting louder, the deep freeze reaching out, you’ve got awfully warm hands for an ice machine.