| [ | music | | | hums of fridge...never the same after alvin lucier | ] | sitting in the room above the main lawn.
the space i have now occupied for one week.
i sought sanctuary in order to complete the ambitious reading project.
alas, a lone guitar and breathy girl are busy crooning a rather soulless rendition of radiohead's "creep."
bollocks. |
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