I hear its hum in my ear, In my severed ear. Wrapped it up on a piece of paper, gave it all to you… (It’s okay.) No one was worried anymore. And you… you over there! Don’t think the night’s descending, Summon it up, unending. Within moderation, all becomes a remedy. I see your eyes…

  Epilogue Bumblebee’s Biography is elusive, does not seem to want to take a clear form. It feels like such a non-issue, in the here & now. An existence mostly (rather than a sequence of distinct events)… stretching over time, suspended in it, floating, flowing, continuous, undramatic… yet far from…