In the street the paint says – nothing located. I presume it means that the writer has not found anything, rather than actually finding nothing, for real, for sure, like changing the world because everything is haze but still here.

The deep night train sounds like music, choral, eerie, screeching breaks like screaming, wheels on tracks play a mournful melody.
Up to the shops and back, round the park, inside the computer. Now I have two drives, one called music the other called machine. And the music is coming together, piece by piece, but still nothing located, like it says in the street, nothing solid, nothing finished, just names and scribbles and sketches, spidery hand on Moleskine, late night blurry eyes, hum and murmur from my new sleek silver best friend on the floor in the corner.

So here they are (for the record) the new names that may or may not: NORTHERN SOUL, 1978, I LOVE U SO,GOLDENDUB, FREEDOM STREET, THE END OF THE WORLD / LAZY SUMMER, DIAMOND SOUL, OH MY DESIRE, ELTON BARRY, DO YOU DREAM, DISCO, BERLIN(ERIKA), AFROBEAT, PROMENADE DES ANGLAIS, MACAROON, GRACE BASS, CAPE CLEAR, COEUR DE LYON, SUCH A FEELING, MY BOOM BOOM BOOM, PIANO HOUSE, MR JONES, CASIO, EASY TIGER.