Description

Sebi. It is a form of wandering. This means that it does not have its end; it is an incessant process-communication of here and now, a blind fire and a muted voice exposed to the incessant transformation of a moment.

Standing on a volatile coastline. Leaning the body toward a margin and edge, and immersing it in the roar of the sea. The same form never existed in either form or noise of waves. The coastline, too, has been transforming at every instant (from the time immemorial); one small boat we got on can be seen between the waves. It overturned with no sound, like autumnal leaves disappearing in the flames. A fire in a fire. Is this a hallucination? Our thin film of memory is torn to shreds by a knife in a dizzying moment of crashing waves and drift. We are turbulences. We are trembling things approaching the death of the scattered particles of stars reflecting infinitely, and their noise.

Urara— the pale blue, ephemeral moonlight of the north.

Alein’s music draws the North Atlantic Ocean out of a refrigerator.

I will rub the edge of the coastline on the back of a lonesome beast—to communicate with all of the scattered particles of stars.

Ko Murobushi

1995 le Mans

translation

Ikuya Odamaki