The move devoured me, chewed me, re-chewed me and has, finally, spit me out.

The studio is waiting to be fully re-manifested. It's going to start laying traps for me soon if I don't bring it up from The Well to my floating platform High Above.

Also in the realm of High Above, Vadim Amat is itching to fly.

My contribution to The Sound Machine is shaping up as a framework of Elektron MachineDrum and Roland JX-3P with many extremely high/low environmental sounds re-pitched to audible ranges.

The Daevl.Plugs received a wonderful half-page review from Nils Quak in the July issue of KEYS.

There's a new Daevl In The Pale Moonlight waiting for this clouded canopy to split and allow the white beams passage.

Betas of the new Daevl.Plugs are being pulled into existence. There are also bug-fixes and possible additions to the existing plug-in suite about to become visible.

I deeply miss Ania, Marta, Musia, Joeby, two small snakes and many wonderful friends in San Francisco. 3.5 more days left in the void.

I'm currently in the backwoods of Nowhere visiting my ailing grandfather. The chiming bells and soft alarms of the cardiac unit sound like cousins to the endless song of Vegas slot machines.

There's a gorgeous new book of my life opening. Made of paper hand-milled by djinn then bound in starlight, it's lined in the silver of shadows, contains the black ink of dream. The cover isn't even completely flipped, but I've just read the opening line:

He stepped out of the room he had taken to be a world, and found himself in a place made entirely of sky.