In the isolation of some
foreign Siberia, hacking
at frozen trees. Catching
dead bodies when slipped
down from their perches.
Collecting old pieces of
scarves that you find—you
can knit them anew. How
few of the screeches and
strings behind neck's strum-
ed in awkward choruses.
How few long-held refrains
or sustains on one note
held indefinitely, makes up
every sound in a feature-
length film?
