bare with me,
this archive is
when you spoke to me, it wasn't automation.
the words [singular] were backed
[rotator ON at 01:48 for 30 beats]
by choruses of themselves
whisked up by the concentrics of the room
and made thick and subterranean.
and their gupping mouths a looping choir
What are we really
here? left >>
You have become a bit too slippery.
for a moment
for a while
so we can talk
figure each other out a little
and not be so
thighs slowly pull into each other
10 steps then
the smell of grass cutting(s) through birdsong
the blackest earth I've ever seen
Encountering the Archive >>
[speaker 1]: h hh hh h hhhh