September fulfills the paradox of presence, preternatural incandescence and
the gilded notion of a makers' movement, constructional and engaged at both
source and destination. The Valley, on the other hand, opens and closes its doors at
will - almost in consonance with the winds that challenge and the advancement of
self-organizing principles. As the years progress and clean energy makes its
seasoned debut, the debutantes of faded political empiricism leave the jaded
masses with no trace. There was talk of war and retreat. People were ready for the
decathlon determinism called upward mobility. Power changed hands. Yet, an
eternity exists right outside our windows and in the city's compound, central
doctrines. The doctrinaire was deliberate, ex-officio, precise like Japanese
calligraphy. Our interaction paradigms involve the cultural inherent called
bilingualism. We watch quietly as they push and notify sundry quasi-political
endings as though the blockbuster had run its course too. Brahma's chosen
intercessors laugh and we hear the conch shell summate a defined, daily rite.
Sounds of experiential travel reach the right agency.