Ok. So hypothetically, say this music plays on the radio for no one. And say that the radio isn't actually owned by anyone. Its actually a radio that should have been turned off, sitting in the backroom of some pizza parlor. For some reason it wasn't. There is no fault to be associated. There is only the fact that the music is playing.

And there is a three quarters moon outside, displayed wide away up beyond the reach of the far too flung, clench fisted, wistful and winsome individuals that swoon upon its sight, directing their energies towards its pull.

The train tracks that run far out along side the town are silent. There are no freight cars to bull their way through the night. Whatever noise might have been heard was long ago assembled into the collective thought of the day to day.

Its a narrow perspective. Something difficult to describe and even harder to understand if you haven't worn the tear of days out on the plains.