Saturday, 7 September 2013

“Of course, I too have sat alone many a night amongst a pile of books, a stack of records or a box of old photographs: conversing, organizing, arranging, connecting, disconnecting and listening to the voices of these inconsiderable things. In such moments I begin to form a world, seeing (or hearing) each thing shift from an individual star towards part of a larger constellation. When new paths between things are revealed, new images are formed, and the relationship of single objects to each other becomes more complex, more overwhelming and less defined.”

Steve Roden, I Listen to the Wind that Obliterates my traces.

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