And the howling radioactive winds from the wormhole drove away all but the immortal musicians, firing back at entropy with their rythmic dischords.

This is me continuing to work on entropy, broken symmetry, for some reason it never ends.

I have always felt the artists first responsibility is to make something beautiful, which will hold the viewer or listener, as long as possible. I always thought it would be good to help forget pain, looking at a beautiful thing, no matter how grotesque.