The Story of Roo
Finland. Conifers. Fire. Cones. The senses that have saved me from life itself. When the exhaust of fatigue has taken over and left me wondering how every minute has been so full of seconds. When the enormity of responsibility has overwhelmed me. When the fatigue has gone so deep that it has numbed my soul. Wind. Pedals. Heat. Mud. And a Note That tears A Sound That pierces The warmth of nostalgia has saved me from life itself. When I have felt I am being held in my fathers' arms, warm, big and comforting. The senses that have saved me from a crude world. That uses and uses, over and over again. And then, I think of Seventh Sense. And how it comes from a space of completeness. Where nostalgia melts into sounds Where memories meet...