Who said you have no choice? Not that voice. (Old stuff. Still intense, sometimes sneaking into mind and dreams again.)
Quantum tranquility. The kind of soundscapes to let a working day unfold.
Morning music. Different sorts of waves flooding brain, mind, world. Still miss riding the monorail.
Not awake yet. Not sure how hard to try. Breath of the city in a trembling neck.
Cities at dawn. An aftermath of night in everything. Slowly waking yet half darkdreaming.