Keeping Time in Los Angeles
Music was noise, and noise was music, and George Antheil was on his way.
...moreMusic was noise, and noise was music, and George Antheil was on his way.
...moreIt is March, almost April, and the year feels like a spool of days spliced out of order, leaping treacherously from sun to ice to sun to rain to snow.
...moreSummer works like this. Every day small moments cycle like waves within tides, eroding our opportunities on a geological scale invisible from our point of immersion.
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