The only thing

he knew for sure

was that none

of it

was his idea.

[for electric guitar, field recording, synth]

…the stuff so old, I don’t even know what it is, but can only feel my way around the edges of it, see it’s tracks through the dirt.

[for electric guitar, cello, synth]

What is awful about this is how utterly normal it is.

“Rather than putting things together, let’s take them apart,” says the man with no eyes.

A time of life / of simply having answers / to questions you’d never thought to ask.

[for field recording, acoustic & electric guitar, piano]

Who is Mr.?

[for synth, electric guitar]

Reeds and tall grasses throughout.

[for field recording, synth, cello]

This kid is just annoying. Though he’s got his own prominent role, now he’s shadowing me on stage, hovering around and peering over my shoulder at the card in my hand as I’m trying to read it. Though I’ve been doing this part for a while, tonight I simply can’t manage. I stumble through the sentences and flub it terribly. It isn’t necessarily because of this kid who’s bugging me (though the kid is definitely bugging me), but for some more personal reason. Finally, in utter frustration, I give up, saying, “A*****e. You want to read this? Then f*****g read this. Because apparently I can’t.” Someone in the audience laughs, but I don’t know if it’s because he thinks that’s part of the play, and it’s funny, or because he sees what’s really happening to me, and that’s funny. But I’ve just had it – I am done. I throw the card at this obnoxious kid and stalk off through the auditorium. The kid can have the part if he wants it. I’m f*****g sick of all of it.

[for cello, electric guitar]

Armies of collapse. [for electric guitar, piano & acoustic guitar]

Armies of soft derangement.

[for dvina, cello, electric guitar, pressure0Oo]