Favorite Things
B is for Basic Channel.
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Instructions for Myself
It can always use more reverb.
The First Two Miles Are Always Murder
Beautiful music for ugly running.
An Ongoing Exercise in Accretion
An ongoing exercise in accretion.
Taipei/Tokyo Collages
Collages of the Taipei+Tokyo ephemera in my suitcase.
Destroyer of Obstacles
An offering of static and fire.
Dead Trees Bloom Flowers
Bad fortunes are tied to a rack while a Buddhist chant bleeds through my favorite song of the year.
A Partial Inventory of a Night Market in Taiwan
Fresh meat, blouses, and turnip cakes.
Exit the Tiger
She waved a stick of burning incense at my face and puffed and sighed.
Eighteen Levels of Hell
Those who cut corners shall be eaten by predators and snakes.
The Obsidian Turtle Governs the North
Broadcasting from somewhere between the bells of a temple and the heat of a night market.
Naoshima Notes
I believe the function of art is to create a situation where language falls apart.