• Mood: sore teeth
• Music: Damian hurting his keyboard

Sunnydale Noise Subelement

Sound a lot like a moment in time being deconstructed, reconstructed, revisited in detail, spun around, panned around, moved through, taken from its context and repeated until it has not meaning except what it is. Alternatively like a light artifact on a lens pulled out of its two-dimensional state and rotated partially against a sky blue background, repeatedly, while the extra light artifacts it created spun crazy in a flat sky. Alternatively, like standing ankle-deep in stone while bright foil shuddered at a bisecting point just below the eyes, hands pushing through folded/folding metal. Eeebleee broke their amp.

When I got home, I scanned this week's strip.