The building in the fog is the ambition frame. Strong and sturdy but still evasive. Chasing something elusive. It makes me think about diminishing horns that act as an anchor but fade away, sort of like the horns sampled in Queen Latifah’s U.N.I.T.Y. record. I call this texture static. The horns represent the structure of the building, but they slowly disappear as the analog crackle or the fog takes over. It’s the noise of the world masking what’s really there.