Devil Throat has its grasp upon my, well, throat. Its influence is also spreading outwards to the enfeebled Fripp person who eventually reached his modest motel room late yesterday evening.
20.17
Alternatively, 03.17 body and dribbling psyche time. I have been fighting to stay awake by practising guitar. My Sister has called from Philadelphia to wish me goodnight and now it's time to collapse.
"What we hear is the way that we hear."
