“For what is so grotesquely reduced is, in a sense, liberated from its meaning—its tininess being the outstanding thing about it. It is both a whole (that is, complete) and a fragment (so tiny, the wrong scale).”  – Susan Sontag, Under the Sign of Saturn

Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future! was composed for Brendan Fitzgerald and Wooden Cities in the summer of 2015.