I justify my existence, but not
my text. I'd rather align left,
ragged right.

Ragged, that's a good word for my
life. Probably not for a tattoo
shop, ragged.ink... nha it look too
much like rage.

A lot of music yesterday. As soon
as I play a few notes, something
comes out. I don't know how to
justify my music making. I don't
really make music, I just play, I
just make sound. It does end up
sounding like something at one
point. I'd like to record it,
create a track, make music, so
that I can say I make electronic
music. But it doesn't happen.
I listened to a recording of a
improvisation from way back,
while browsing audio on my ebook.

It sounded like something, a
pretty good something at that.
But it's still just noise. More
noise added to the cacophony.
My electronic, noise,
experimental, there-is-no-name
for what I do type of thing.
Something nobody cares about to
hear.

"Ho yeah, you produce sound with
machines, that's great"

Sound without a purpose is just
noise. There is nothing wrong
with noise. But noise doesn't
justify one's existence. It's a
mere by-product of one's life.