prusted sunbean by ANAZANAUT
PERFECTION IS NOTHING
Close the door and nail it shut. Draw the bolt across and weld it into place. Board up the windows and fix the blinds into their permanent obstruction. Cut the cables and disconnect the electricity. Seal the pipes and shut off the mains. No phones, no television, no radios or internet. Block out every wave and particle of light. Silence every sound and still every vibration. Cut all communications. There are no bonds of relationship here. No friends or foes or family or even the least significant acquaintance. Don’t speak or listen. Don’t let one single thought into your head. Dig into the ground until the foundations crumble and the structure collapses into itself. Implode it into a void of negation. When all of this is done, then you are ready to begin.
ALL MEANS ARE ENDS
Tracklist
| 1. | sidemucking | 8:00 |
| 2. | notall | 8:00 |
| 3. | imizer | 8:00 |
| 4. | assimuzon | 8:00 |
| 5. | vulgra | 8:00 |
| 6. | hudder | 8:00 |
| 7. | cannorage | 8:00 |
| 8. | emoting | 8:00 |
Credits
Produced August 20 to September 10 and September 28 to October 28, 2016.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
© 2016. All rights reserved.
License
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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.