Dating

I tried aging my friend recently. Getting the sample for the carbon dating was a bit intrusive, so I settled for lopping off one of his limbs and counting the rings (damn those fortunate species can measure the passage of time without simultaneously and abruptly halting it). Like wines and cheeses, we pick up flavours from our environment, brewing up a heady concoction for connoisseurs to appreciate. Unlike those products, we have no handy shrink-wrapped label detailing our provenance and maturing conditions, nor guides to our nose and bouquet. Here’s to constant ripening instead…

Sleeparchive - Bleep 03 (from Radio Transmission EP)