SUbject 876
(c. 2004)
“... a cold, crisp, sort of, church into this, like, warmth.
And it sinks, it sinks down at that point.”
“ ... ‘cause it’s old, it’s open and it smells of wood and that reminds me of the smell of pews.”
Fugue, bars 26-29
“...shutting his eyes on that blue moment.”
“So it’s quite feathery.”