Of sixteen, the place it made, the result of the place and the amplified gape with a leap. Justness is never so near as you flit in all explanation, about the insight of our playing. Tundra, then, let us swallow the trees. Ever made are marking upon the stone and root. Buildings cadaver about in the studies of the sun, as our eyes pencil in the last thing said.
(extract from collaborations with James Yeary
Peaches & Bats Magazine 2012)