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I dream that I am at the edge of a cliff overlooking golden waters that
shine in the sun. As the daylight fades, a throat of welded metal heaves
a voluminous sigh and moans that a ship is leaving the port. An
improvisation for three parts.
57280 black ocean
This strange and caustic place, outside a chemical plant near Záluží u
Litvínova in northwest Bohemia, produces a reeking steam scented with
sulphur while disgorging in pulses a gushing black effluent. It makes a
sound that, ironically, recalls the crashing surf of our mother ocean,
not unlike a siren calling us to death.
57251 ex nihilo
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