Possibly it's the current marathon reading of Chomsky's work that has me so language-conscious. Orion, seeing what Winter left for him on Friday morning, speaks with his whole self.
His language is unmistakable and pure and iconic.
It's universal and needs no translation.
This is the stuff that centers me, if I'm lucky enough, or smart enough to get it.
And finally, I made this one for you. I'm thinking it might be time to get back to the studio.