Darkness, dark night; silver-lit twilight. Driving myself home. Half-out and half-alive. Never turn around, lest we run aground. A fever in any form. Half-free and half-bound. The turning of the road - a black slick down below. I can hear the rushing sea: half-want and half-need. I require no space, no time to see the constellation as it lies before me. And though there is no chance of rising up for air, I will take this dance. All is fair, all is fair. A feeling rising up (it is unable to stop): the water's blurring plea. Half-heard and half-believed. A myth once recorded, embedded, engraved in my memory. Half-known, and half only believed. The water's blurring plea half-heard and half only believed. And though there is no chance of rising up for air, I will take this dance. All is fair, all is fair. An eye that can see through every dark hallway: a secret weapon of time.
Being a huge Orenda Fink/O+S/Art in Manila fan (phew!) of course I was stoked to hear Orenda had a new project, this time with her husband Todd. It's fun & weird; unlike anything else she's done yet. LIT. MAJOR