Time lost along the way: Gone or Lost?
Let’s imagine a duration without regular pattern. Nothing in it is recognizable, nothing ever recurs. It is just a duration […]
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A Night to Remember
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
Nearly Finished : Gloss
The mics across his body amplify every breath, rustle, or shift in position. The audience can barely see him, but his body extends to their ears. It's intensely intimate with no space between us – just a shared sound-filled presence.