Darkness breathes under pink skies, as stars look down on us like vultures, clocking the tick, the strong gust and sharp noise, the rubble. My only true possession, she said, crawling out with both hands, one head, and all the rest somehow still attached. Another Phoenix risen, like Octavia spoke it from Altadena.

Hans Fjellestad: SOMA Lyra-8 Organismic Synthesizer, Moog Spectravox, Fieldtone Weaver, Live Processing

Art & Music by Hans Fjellestad (BMI)