I stare out of a fourth floor window when I write, mostly blankly, into the northeastern sky towards the airport. When I’m lucky enough to scare up any working brain cells, this image serves as the foreground for that dive. As a result, when we were brainstorming about cover ideas, I could hardly think of a more proper and simple symbol for the contents therein. It was custom long ago to look at the flight and behavior of birds to tell the future and, coincidentally, the sudden departure of birds from a wire outside my window has brought me out of my head and back into the world which I wrote this album.

Produced by Dr. Quandary.