20.0 by Fähund

The cold sea, session two

One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city of towers as evening fell; And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it; And saw how the towers darkened against the sky; And across the distance heard the toll of a bell.

Along the darkening road he hurried alone, With his eyes cast down, And thought how the streets were hoarse with a tide of people, With clamor of voices, and numberless faces. And it seemed to him, of a sudden, that he would drown. Here in the quiet of evening air, These empty and voiceless places. And he hurried towards the city, to enter there.

Along the darkening road, between tall trees. That made a sinister whisper, loudly he walked. Behind him, sea-gulls dipped over long grey seas. Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked. And death was observed with sudden cries, And birth with laughter and pain. And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies. And night came down again.

– Conrad Aiken, The House of Dust 1917

DIY electronica based ambient/drone project, crafted by Gustav Sandstedt.

Fähund is a part of the Swedish independent label Sound-driven society rec.

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