Meyer Huthwelker
3" CDr (E254)

Here’s what it feels like to be mostly unaware of passing time.
A drop of oil is slithering across the blade. You never can be sure
what will meet you in the gardens. Slight are the movements on
the inside of a myth. Someone’s watching as you make your
eager preparations. Slices of a detuned old piano slipping through
these fingers in the dead of night. Ending the silence in the noise
of falling towels. Where to now? The waves are eternal. Heavy and
adrift. Circular and absent-minded. Calm. Repetition is like snow.

Limited edition of 50 vacuum-packed copies
Mastered by René Huthwelker