"On the edge of Cambridge, over a fence, through trees, an abandoned struggles to continue to stand. A bearded man purposely walks nearby, ready to tell stories, you can ignore him and he'll prowl elsewhere. On sugar cubes, hand-fed to each other, cherry blossoms began to further contrast the grey sky. The 2nd floor of the house could become the ground floor at any moment. Walking on the thickest beams you can find maybe bedrooms, maybe bathrooms, maybe kitchens. When I couldn’t concentrate on walking with care, I hunted for the old man and beard. Typical colors washed against new, and I found him. Stood by the fence, I prepared my imagination to see the house rebuilt with his words, to see the families, some joy and its demise. “Oh there’s a story to be told” were the only words I heard before he walked away. He's a tease." 

Stories from Hēran Soun. Starting off in Oakland, California. Living in an RV in the parking lot of a recording studio, Hēran Soun tries his best to sleep through the hot Californian days and explore the sounds through the night. 

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