Black cats, ladders, whistling in graveyards…

Perchance, hap chance…
Reoccurring sevens…

The mystery of suspicions, and coincidences has bewildered mankind since our very inception. With all the scientific research, existentialistic investigations, and religious dogmas there are still no answers.

Nothing settling. Nothing consoling. No end.

Still, there is a constant and relentless quest to find these answers…

Finding some kind of answer…
Finding the right questions….

And amidst these seemingly childish pursuits, we find even more perplexity…
Irrationality…
Timelessness…

This past Saturday, on the seventh day…in the seventh month…of the seventh year…we made a big decision as a band to take a break…

During this time, we’re going to be writing…
Growing, and exploring new landscapes…going beyond ourselves…for a brief moment in life…

We’ll keep you posted…

Love,
Spindle