Duster - Together
Numero Group
Duster's fourth installment of space infused daydreams incorporates all facets of the act that the world of hazey in-betweens has come to adore. Disconnected from the dimension of reality - or too deep in it - Duster's moon age delirium seeks fresh souls.
Letting life pass you by, aware of the fact that eventually you have to take the reigns to get what you want out of it. Ultimately depressed by the realization that you're far from the space that mentally ables this call to action - day to day meandering through the void. Over-bearing in its weight, the drudgery of daily existence begins to take it's toll - the taxman of life is waiting on the wing. A place where emotions hang on with dear life to their fastened belief. The disappointment that has built up in the background is on the brink of overflow - the dam's about to burst.
The resentment for our own incapabilities strengthens; our bodies becoming near uninhabitable from time to time. The mind's a slippery slope - it's unforgiving it in it's power. The most complex machine to ever exist, right within our reach, remains unsolved. It attacks when it should defend, and vice versa. The unpredictability of it makes every day a game of chess. Master your moves and you may still lose - that's life. After all is said and done, the sun will rise again - that's also life. Embrace the feeling. Experience it as a whole. This day will never come again. Tired on a frustratingly regular basis the recurring loop of space drifting arrives again - the eternal lack of energy to make ground becomes a familiar space; a familiar friend. Dealing with it on a first names basis, the familiarity becomes a welcome reprieve; a respite from the meandering deluge of hummed existence.
Another bout of triumphant desperation from the Duster camp. Their knack for desultory jangle is the gift that keeps on giving - an eternal present that those on the receiving end of are hopefully aware to. Bathing in the blurry, emotional ether is an experience to succumb to. Feel the residual disappointment for what it is; human.
