It's all dust.
The burnt stuff is ashes.
A lot of old stuff has become ashes.
It lies around and swirls back and forth.
Sometimes the winds carry it a very long way.
What lives on is music.

I spin a dark and beautiful mix once a month at Ceremony, held every Monday evening in Boston.

I have over two hundred set lists from those nights.

I plan to implement a viewer for the curious as soon as the universe tilts in that direction.

If any of the music appeals discussions on it and anecdotes around it might occur.

Perchance a new playing could be arranged.

To trace a message in the dust: ashes on dust

To see some relics: Forgotten Texts