Slide resonator guitar, percussion, acoustic, electronics, ambient sound
There was once a chance of going back. That fleeting potential no longer exists. She walks away into the bright of a crisp fall day. The Sun in blinding, mocking, derisive cheer and gentle breeze and one last glimpse of her scarf fluttering in the wind and this is you alone in this crowded city and the impenetrable night gathers now at the corners of alleys and building shadows and behind your eyes in the pit of your mind.