in celebration of big round numbers, cleanly quantifying time which actually feels infinitely far away through a haze of recollections. twenty years ago i finished this short record and recently i agonized over pretending to be one of those important bands that reissue their twenty year old record, all remastered and include extra bits that somehow accumulated significance while hiding somewhere for so long. i present to you, none of that. these are the original mp3 files encoded however people did things in 2004. perhaps, the burning hills imparted some spark or sparkle, difficult to recreate, time and place never the same.