The signs of erosion and weathering in our inner and outer landscapes speak of our forgetting and of an absence.
Chords shifting.
Swaying. 
(N)ever-changing.
The holes, the spaces that take hold in our memories. 
“...was the ruin still there where you hid as a child...”

Samuel Beckett, That Time 

Commissioned by Acht Brücken / Musik für Köln and the Podium Gegenwart of the German Music Council for the European Workshop of Contemporary Music. 

Naomi Pinnock