A snowy fuzz of black and white, repetition. Hypnotic almost.
Voices not escaping lips but sound is not unheard of when it is present.
But it's just so so quiet. So still. So silent.
Because even in a room full of mediocrity, eventually somebody gets good enough to win.
30 March 2012
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