VAT: The road to the present

I moved last week from New York City to Greenwich, CT.

In the quietude of the countryside, in a house facing a graveyard and backing up to wetlands, absent is the inaudible sounds of human protoplasm. A meditative space; here, nothing to hear and like a dark night at sea, nothing to see; the road to the present, a place to experience the universe before it’s shaped and defined by mind.