years slide by / sneak by / come and go they whisper hello and goodbye they mumble half words like ghosts and phantoms
its about numbers / always numbers / important amounts but the meanings are mashed up like plasticine balls till all the vivid colours become one dirty beige shade and veined with carpet fluff the months / the days / the diminishing cycle is just puppies on a spiral calendar glossy / happy / dull distractions hanging by the fridge and scribbled on - attempts to decode the moments and important amounts