# typical university trip up north as lonesome tumbleweeds roll across a bland lonely desert autumn brainpan morning freshly unfurled from bed you begin to dig the precise neural quantity of intense nearby corridor murmurs sweet ambient whispers pouring throughout campus fragile spider information links to elsewhere dim glows issued from the low temp outspace of hushed coms a cold diffraction grated nowness for today as if for first time again one sees the smiling face of eno ir sweet ambient breath upon the lens of daily mundane semi existence bright organic pearls of light a certain purity of luminous effect falling from a silent gaze afloat down gentle meandering rivers of half remembrance everywhere upon the faded purple dusk a slow weaving and rolling lp cover of understated luxury one hears rolling thunder and land gulls also known as 'void markers' distant deep black atlantis ii based human-ai piloted elf assembling nanodrones over the false digital horizon approach fast on one's daily safety patrol of the campus feelings of half life in a post-modem age well more concepts than feelings actually more charged psychedelic intent than concepts thinking about it now it seems more about non rhythmic beats than intent though definitely more of biochaotic flow than beat in which the irrepressible need to express factoids concerning daily big scientific life are taken as positive mysterious hyper organic and entirety inexpressible beautiful far out and alien now everywhere one guesses what infinite organic mystery feels like far below one's fellow droogs shift the informational process stuttering across the delicate linings of tiny worlds they've never known perfectly framed packet segments of datagrams chain messages replies whole orbiting halos of robolizard linked ecologies of solitary textual refinement beautiful sparkling sensuous flat euphoric rings caught twisted in frozen roots of learning where strangled abandoned blue megacity 909 gaidens are mere attempts at back cover blurbs in which it's the 'near-future retro 80s' yet again fellow researcher henry swanson's new crappy job lozenge sees them working for a local hypercorporate zaibatsu of nonmythic proportions turns out they're merely emptying wastebaskets while secretly researching some vague bs side project of more truly biocosmic dimensions and polyversal implications during strictly unauthorised slacking periods (hashtag antiwork) they're also trapped miles beneath the rare earth in a dimensionally expansive secrete underground research bass with only a zx spectrum pc and a cup of cardboard tasting tea one hundred thousand hungry members of the ravening blue-grey ash faced undead used as cheap security keep them company pfloyd's greatest dad-golfing hits sits in a fashionably obsolete holographic memory stick in henry's left jacket pocket so welcome back to a retro nineties time of megacorp dealings sporty cars large mobile phones bad hair rock videos with that wonderful purple blue neon afterglow in short another brand new biochaotically emergent digital hyper aesthetic all wrapped up with the ongoing misadventures of one mister henry swanson also known as 'swain' current head researcher for big scientist rnd zaibatsu virtual world's biggest best online realtime cybercult zen labyrinth of its own synthetic dreaming another far out electronic headrush to leave fellow researchers breathless shimmering digital visions of hypercorporate post far out lofi video samp recyc 80's style mindbending transformative energy process of more truly cosmic proportions please note henry also wants the researcher who owns ir only copy of a copy of pfloyd's greatest biopsychic hits to stop giving it back thanks // republic of bob