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Life. Rhythm of life. The heartbeat at the center of the rhythm of life. Working a way around the office in order to avoid the boss who might delegate something that will eat into a Friday night and delay if not replace events pertaining to heavy music, sweat, and adrenaline, looming as massive constructions built on the land pulsating with the heartbeat at the center of the rhythm of life. Pharaohs demand tombs in pyramids to be remembered by, tyrants want countries named after them, and lovers ask for portraits or maybe just children; others say they’re here one day and gone the next, a flash in the pan, just a series of hits on the electrocardiograph, because count ‘em up, the heartbeats are numbered. Just make sure they’re large, synchronized, and bright. This piece shows an LED lead on an ECG and nothing less. [Pete Bradt] |
