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biding my time whilst waiting for Yoko to endure her root canal, i managed to devour the JoyDivision article in this month's MOJO. my heart broke when i read that Gillian was gone... like so many others in the band. it made me dig through the LPs as soon as we reached home, shaking dust from the sleeves and blowing cat hair from the vinyl. i was close enough to believe i heard ghosts when i heard the tinny crackle of the melody from the friction of needle on near-virgin grooves. the speakers brought them back to life. i have got to see GandOfFour again, next month. darkness. agitation. chaos. beauty. i still find a home, there. a different, timeless beauty hung in perfect 3D behind the trees on the late drive home last night. the moon, so sharply orange behind the trees as to resemble a luminous piece of tangerine skin, showed its depth against a perfect blue-black sky. and, if i believed in mythology, i would have thought i was seeing this...
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