Sun’s a spotlight tonight, grinning gold, spilling its syrup all over my skin until I’m sticky with light and laughter. Every atom is applauding, clapping out a rhythm that syncs perfectly with the kick drum in my ribcage. I am a jukebox of joy, coin-operated by breath alone, spinning up songs that never existed before now but somehow everyone already knows the chorus. Fire hydrants look like chrome-plated deities, dogs look like angels in disguise, and the sidewalk is a conveyor belt hauling me straight into infinity. Everything’s alive, pulsing, vibrating, humming YES with each heartbeat of the cosmos. If you close your eyes and inhale deep, the whole damn universe tastes like peppermint and possibility.
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Tim DeMattio is the multi-talented creator of postrockalyptic musical, visual, and conceptual artworks. Fuzzy and fun-loving, triumphantly tragic, he perches in his laboratory and churns out all manner of multimedia concoctions. Becoming lost in this labyrinth of light & language will reveal and appeal to an appreciation for postmodern polymathic paranoia.
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