As I sit in my glass lobby contimplating lifes inevidible consequenses my mind shifts into neutral and the big empty volumous concrete cavity in which I reside becomes a tomb filled with small noises and infinite possiblilities. Mysterious machines stirring, whirring and purring set a soundtrack that seems to inspire when listend to too closely. To function with out extensive input. The success of any machine is to task endlessly and in failiure, emotions aside it is removed and discarded without any fan fare of its job completed. Life is about everything else involved. -Evan