The soft saloon piano sound smoothed the air and rattled is dreams in between the dreamy logic provided by his subconscious. Even so, summer was pleasant, and in between the rocking of the chair in the balcony, he could even perceive the noise of the flies.
And suddenly BANG, thunder or bullet echoing trough the air. The woman climbing the staircase, the noise of the typewriter, the uniform melody of everyday life. In the head the echo of the prevailing morning agony: to wake up unwillingly into the ratchet of everyday life.

09 - Rag For William S. Burroughs - Matmos