this piece is about exile. two soundworlds coexist in a delicate relationship of emergence. on one hand, we have the metropolis, the electronics boutique. on the other, a Buddhist ceremony recorded in a Tibetan stupa. the metropolitan twighlight (all achieved through circuit bending) is overtaken and permeated by the older soundworld whose very existence undermines the goals of the first. and yet, instead of opposition, there is juxtaposition. the civil disobediance of our monks is too subtle for the control-fixated metropolis, and so, the stupa remains. for now, anyway.
