The sunset had left us in limbo. Lewis and I were hanging over the reeds on a bend in Blackbutt creek. One hand grasping an overhanging branch whilst with the other I clung to Lewis by his belt as he hung out over the water arcing a microphone pole towards the source. The frog chorus picked up, our conversation ceased, and we tuned into the darkness.
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A great finial to the project. It's like a glimpse of sunshine behind the clouds at the funeral. Caretaker's funeral. Like a disturbing calm in the ruins after fire. It brings to mind Basinski's classics. C'est fini. 2097