PureVolume

hello. it is usually a bit difficult to know how to address you. starlight? Cedarwell is growing and producing. giving back to creation through imitation. like a fragile twig of light in rural costa rica. charming and irresistible, it brings twitches to all who step through its boundaries. a close watch is necessary in matters of life, death, and property. things like dogs and alligators understand. names given and names retracted for fear that meaning will collapse essence like an only child, like a strained final breath, like the grass pushing terrible daggers through concrete clouds. i have seen it happen. you dont believe me? attempt the heights and depths of sorrow and return. you will find a reflection of blues and children stories in the hazy mimic of time. try it. there is always a mirror beside you lifting the weight of directness to manageable mouth sized swallows. foot after foot after four alternating pistons storm the edge to find three still deer stare quietly between thin sheets of ice and mammoth logs protruding from frozen ground. life is always peeking through death, smiles through the inevitable strait of melancholy. rows of corn lie flat in desperation or crouched in anticipation of the spring. light and water and breath like a wind on open seas curl and collide, the progenitor of truth. oh! costa rica! step lightly on the miniature hearts of man!

erik from Cedarwell