Embraceable Silence / Disappearing Mirror n.46

Jets pass overhead. Low Altitude. Staying under the flight path, approach to CDMX, reverberating off of kitchen tiles. I pour myself another coffee, more for comfort than need, something hot to drink as the sun changes the sky to a gentle purple and traffic begins to pickup outside. Been thinking about vibrations and viewpoints. Headphones on and staring out the window. Listening to Tomita's Pictures at and Exhibition thinking I should have been familiar with all his work before starting out, but there is always something unknown, always something to learn. I'm making my way through it, slowly, finding moments, glimpses of translations, bridges into modern directions, a current time flow.