"Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers. From the earliest times, human civilization has been no more than a strange luminescence growing more intense by the hour, of which no one can say when it will begin to wane and when it will fade away. For the time being, our cities still shine through the night, and the fire still spreads."
-- W. G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
A seasonal mix. The discoloration of memory, weatherings, the passage of time and the tain of the mirror, deliberately degraded audio, with some oblique passing nods to Satie, Schubert, and Tarkovsky...
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