tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769857736583969943.post536520175253368647..comments2018-07-07T09:16:37.818-07:00Comments on Ghost Notes: A Single Pixelated FrameCyrus Shahradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04664160640153875719noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769857736583969943.post-33033581603537540312014-09-11T13:33:59.995-07:002014-09-11T13:33:59.995-07:00"flaming angels leaping into the abyss."..."flaming angels leaping into the abyss." <br /><br />It's hard to put thoughts into words, especially when what we witness is so terrible. Well said though. I might add, your quest to sub-divide moments into smaller moments makes me think of the poetry of Wallace Stevens--a preoccupation with time and the eternal return of all things.<br /><br />I was 11 when it happened, and asleep in my bed--it was very early in the morning in California, 3 hours behind New York. Definitely one of those moments of trauma that I will never forget. Thanks for writing this Cyrus--I'm a big fan of your music and it's cool to see you have a gift with words as well.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com