annanaan wellows by ANAZANAUT
OUR GARBAGE IS OUR FUTURE
The debris of generations accumulates within the catacombs of detritus expanding in all directions and chocking out the populous with fumigated toxins. A flower blooms there still despite the poison while faint laughter echoes down the corridors of descendants who will never be born. Shadows pick through cracks and crevasses, seeking some remnant, but only find that the time has long past since chance last deposited opportunity on the threshold. Only a mauled dog limps along with fangs still clinging to the putrified remains coughed up along a path of bone and flaking skin. What’s left can be used for yet one last indulgence as the toilet festival flushes its final slosh down the drain.
Tracklist
| 1. | annanaan wellows | 22:00 |
Credits
Produced March 1, 2016.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
Suggested and commissioned by Анна Гольдцан.
© 2016. All rights reserved.
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.