Thursday, April 21, 2005

The cavernous grey halls of a long decommissioned power plant will echo with the cacophony of strange voices. "Work." "I love you." "I don't understand." A whole narrative in the plaintive wail of a child. A man whispering as if in confession. You will slide down the angled floor, dumbfounded, mesmerized.

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