Compass, phones and GPS
Have all produced the same address
~ Wire ‘Sonic Lens’ 2017
Have all produced the same address
~ Wire ‘Sonic Lens’ 2017
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| Lucas van Valkanborch ~ View of Antwerp with the Frozen Schelde |
“Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!” chant the kids as they run the perimeter.
They arrived three days ago in a dry cloud of unforgiving; all amnesia and dead culture, to station themselves on the perimeter of the Clave with eye sockets empty and hearts full of dust, retaining just enough sense of self-preservation not to touch the fence.
Daniel choses to ignore them, believing that they only gain substance by attention; he warns the kids to stay away and ups the voltage on the fence.
For Daniel, survival is not an exact science but a science in itself.
And science is the Clave’s only protection since the Shaman’s disappearance; her departure leaving the Clave without any fetish protection other than the old man’s teeth which gleam gun-metal and gold in the Commons, displayed in the glass case littered with Ellie’s fingerprints. Alice always said the teeth were in bad taste, and that the old man had been a fraud, and in her capacity as clave elder, Alice is entitled to voice her opinions however she sees fit; but the teeth remain on display nevertheless.
Daniel has always been happy to defer to Alice on matters of taste, a fact forgiven by the other males on account of his relationship with the Ellie. However, when it comes to man things he is less accommodating and in the early days he lost a few teeth for overstepping boundaries.
The kids love to be scared by the hairy-faced, gap-toothed and wide-eyed grin he employs to amuse them when their fingers nip at the hem of his coat calling “Goat! Goat! Goat!”
They arrived three days ago in a dry cloud of unforgiving; all amnesia and dead culture, to station themselves on the perimeter of the Clave with eye sockets empty and hearts full of dust, retaining just enough sense of self-preservation not to touch the fence.
Daniel choses to ignore them, believing that they only gain substance by attention; he warns the kids to stay away and ups the voltage on the fence.
For Daniel, survival is not an exact science but a science in itself.
And science is the Clave’s only protection since the Shaman’s disappearance; her departure leaving the Clave without any fetish protection other than the old man’s teeth which gleam gun-metal and gold in the Commons, displayed in the glass case littered with Ellie’s fingerprints. Alice always said the teeth were in bad taste, and that the old man had been a fraud, and in her capacity as clave elder, Alice is entitled to voice her opinions however she sees fit; but the teeth remain on display nevertheless.
Daniel has always been happy to defer to Alice on matters of taste, a fact forgiven by the other males on account of his relationship with the Ellie. However, when it comes to man things he is less accommodating and in the early days he lost a few teeth for overstepping boundaries.
The kids love to be scared by the hairy-faced, gap-toothed and wide-eyed grin he employs to amuse them when their fingers nip at the hem of his coat calling “Goat! Goat! Goat!”
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