The contemporary human. Pacing to and fro waiting. Always waiting for the next event at which to respond. That is the function now. To respond to prompts and follow established lines of requirement. Waiting for the next to bring us all in the same direction with different exits. Organised. Focussed. Set out. Predetermined. Networked.

Obsessed with timelines. Lights off and don't do it again. Between two cups the days chains let loose. A circle awaits. Three dimensional spheres. Six string magic from a room in paris. The spaces between moving forms explode in colour. Open mouths closed eyes screaming joy. Rhythm electric. Controlled. Segway. Seamless. I can see this finishing soon.

Do it. Get it. Now. West. Nobody is doing that now. And tomorrow another distraction. In the groove.