# midwestern nowhere town bisected by a single track where your chic aunt lives alone talking with laconic awkwardness of love busily hammering away on a year long garden gazebo project which eventually collapses come the next heavy acid rains yet such edgy elf consciousness feels hard to believe and any perceivable action trudges on with drowsy slowness a study of guilt longing and regret rich in synthetic metaphysical insight where melancholic notes of intense emotional paradox become sources of fresh artistic invention // republic of bob