Monday. The sun is shining through the window directly into my dreams. The fan in the corner is blowing dirt around, invisible but clumpy.

I've been cleaning the house lately, room by room and drawer by drawer, and I found four colanders in the kitchen. Four! I am more likely to use a colander as a hat than a utensil, but I only have one head, you know?

Then I think it's time to start taking care of some of my old books. It's so strange that I've spent all that time and effort to carry them around, but other than a handful of favorites, they just collect dust. Clutter, clutter, clutter.

Time to start getting rid of all the clutter! So it's time to figure out what I have time for. I need to orgazine and arrange. I need to efficientize and routininate. Dump the day out; and what gets caught in the colander?

This was a project from a few days ago. I wanted to get back a little bit more into the club feel of things. It takes a minute to build up, and it's about twice as long as tracks I typically put together, but it's a good listen for texture and structure.