Arnon is the brain child of classical Norwegian composer
Orlaff Claplapsen.
After completing her celebrated opus for piano and
stapler,link here.
Orlaff set about constructing a new language based
hadron collider. This he modelled on obscure Chinese
symbols, Quantum physics and peanut butter sandwiches.
After Orlaf ate his own prototype are-some she
constructed what we today know as Arnon.
Arnon was nurtured in sea-weed tanks and cabbage
patch crystals fields before being released into the ether
by Orlaff in a cataclysmic event of Euro-vision like
proportions.
Arnon is still at loose and by and large lost. 3rd body
perspective and a third later Arnon was found in London
scratching a living molding small sculptures out of
toe-cheese all called Igor and then filling public law suits
on their behalf for tax rebates - stickin' it to the man...man.
I'm not paranoid...i'm just drawn that way.
We each create our own reality don't we?
What's yours?
Does it involve a filing system?