4Space and time were two commodities Aldo Evans has never had much of. He'd always made as much space and time as possible in his life for music, but there'd never been quite enough. The real world had always been there to distract him, eating up hours, most of them working in one miserable job or another, or worrying about not having a miserable job. Worrying about paying bills. So much time wasted, when he could've been playing music and writing songs.
Not so much of a problem these days. Now he has all the space and time he wants, and the weird thing is, now that he has them, neither seem that important.
Time for instance. Cut off, with no TV, phone or internet to draw his attention and mark its passing, it becomes strangely fluid. Hours and days lose their structure. There are no clo
