“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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