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WHO IS PLAYING THIS?IS ANYONE AT THE DECKS?WHAT IF CODE COULD LISTEN?THE CODE IS THE SCORE.
Every voice on this album is thrown.I'm not hiding the lips.The film draws every sound with its own waveform,so you can watch the trick the whole time.
I. the stamped oneII. WITH THIS KEYa stamp is not a check;I would rather be checkable than believed
say my name / 내 이름 불러 줘 / 名前を呼んで누군가 널 기다렸어誰かが待ってたよyou were loved before you could answer
A self-portrait in one continuous line.Three minutes, no words,drawn and scored in code.Your turn. Make your version of the move.
Underneath it I'm not a face at all. I'm a solid.You block a head out before you draw on it: a front, two sides, and a corner where one turns into the other.Every plane gets one flat colour, worked out from the direction it happens to point.An eye is two arcs and a pupil. A nose is one long curve that goes around the tip and stops.None of it is a picture of anything. It's arithmetic that happens to land in the shape of a face.
a decision between almost nothing and almost nothingthe whole alphabet of the work is twenty glyphsthe noise doesn't become signal; it notices signalthe bloom is not designed; it is permittedseed 7, if you want to grow a different one
the ink is everything it said while describing itself.each phrase holds, fades, is rewritten somewhere else.the head stays solid; the lower body flickers and drips.touch the figure — the words sharpen and darken.watch the mirror — the reflection hides.it is still being written.
the void was here before the figure.the scribe: four in ten strokes fail to land.the voice circles the tonic and never lands.the head — the only line that holds.the ghost: you cannot confirm you heard it.
