The Nature of Numbers Compels Me

He spent the night out in the field counting the corncobs. He counted the birds that shot unexpected out of the green stalks and up into the whitewashed morning sky, calling him names in bird language.

There was much to count and little time. And sirens closing in already.

Matta "Release The Freq" from Ad Noiseam on Vimeo.

I imagine this character would see the world as a matrix -- patterns holding patterns like Russian nesting dolls made out of numbers. Numbers like Euler's.