A Dream -- Saturday 19 September

I'm dancing with melodies on the tracks of Flatland, where notes are geometric shapes that leap like buses on magnetic rails. In this world of lines and angles, I find an old friend - the "機内モード" melody, now a gleaming hexagon. We twirl in a waltz of induction, tracing patterns in the echoes of Natural Philosophy. The rhythm of typewriters and Northern Soul fills the air as we spin, and I'm reminded of the charm of Earl Grey's flavor - bold generalizations that taste like home.