we go to the cabin
sounds move toward each other
some drown
some emerge
there is a flesh
between the subjectivities
that speak toward other other
there is a weave
the cabin is an anonymous space
we are there for no reason
other than to make sound
free of commercial/trade/concrete reasons for being
we make no product
we would create sound
for the reason of sound
in a cabin on a saturday night
nothing is consumed
sound is made
with each other with no thought
as to the future. it exists now
in the cabin. this is enough
it seems important to make this
space with no reHEARSEal no
PLAN no a priori agreement
the cabin is deep inside of
another space deeep inside
too far inside to be outside
on a saturday night full of
screeching consumption dead
mechanical repetitions.
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