The transactions still ringing holow, Cassandra unhampers her voys, and sings. Cassandra, her of the constructive voys, is known to effect architectures, roads, bypasses at the unsettling of tong. Sonic vector emitting and graphic vector receiving, the mitre ajoining - the image of the aisle.
What shape must a song take? The foundations have always trembled, and each stud to pitch into place thus wavers, and each bar - whether stele or stone - is only sound so far as it moves. The song is always a building, but also a merging. Cassandra vises the song from a bove, the full shape ashine.
The song is always a lexicon - and never, such as when a stutter. Though, at Cassandra, the song is ever a construct. Pieces of song fall into a grid, 400x600, words at the interstices, approach.
Cassandra sings a no-place, the road burgeoning a byss.
When is the song a ping...when appearing. The song ushers from tong to road, bounces from building, back to the site of the saying. The building, the aisle, the ordered rows, the shelves, the signals, none amount until the song astounds them. Put singly, the song is a ping that builds in its passage, and the voys, then, the carriage.
This building Cassandra has sung into is cavernous. The carriage wheels waddle in the ruts of the cavern road - shelving units. Pitching, pitching, the voys cracks in half, a page on either side.