weareforests 'a letter, a number' [CS] Digital we hear seemingly endless layers

we hear seemingly endless layers of depth

A few chapters were unveiled between them – the sequence of release rarely correspond to the sequence of creation (especially not in my early days of sending burned CD demos across oceans)

In this dance of memory and anticipation

Brian painstakingly built every rhythm

weareforests 'a letter, a number' [CS] Digital we hear seemingly endless layersa letter, a number, a place catches my eye again. some small fabrication of home, she clinks the plates, a frittata in the oven. the taste isn't everything, but the stillness in all of us is. the heat at barton springs, the birds in lubbock. i don't need texas, but i want it at times, flittering softly through my memory. i guess it's all just little words and worries and shade and sunshine and stars glistening so bright through the swamp heat that we