Inside, for some time, everything starts to feel like nothing. When there is no give or pull, no change, that nothing spreads. It expands as new universes might in all directions enveloping all things around you until they too seem like nothing. Four people find each other and understand themselves better. Four people find the night and the world together. Four people's inspiration rests softly upon that which surely inspired language and music at their most young and innocent. Four people's expressions are then one ambition. They live to lend to the world, by choruses of choruses, a moment imbued wholly with life. Its radiance juxtaposed against a grey and endless curtain of languor. Brightness falling always from the air. Faces in the flowers smiling. Find us in the wells of water spotting reflections luminously on your soft umbrella of exalted time. Find, in them, your proud and distant parts. Find us,by time, desirous of nothing and of nowhere. Attack In Black ~ June 2007
