Process: George Tillianakis
“Viewers are provided no lyrical cues as to what wounds the travelling subjects. These faceless characters are abject: the bottom of a gutter, an abandoned and syringe-ridden house.
“A WIND IS SWEEPING AWAY MY LIFE.I close my eyes so I don’t see you leave. Somewhere night is falling, don’t cry, it’s OK. Just say it’s the end of the world.”
I sing these words from in ‘Lo-Fi Auditions’ (2003), the final instalment.
