Alone – A Photocopy Of A Photocopy Of A Memory – Midsummer Scream
“All we have is this exact present,” a soothing voice intones from a speaker behind me. “Everything else is memory.” Underneath these words lies a rhythmic bed made from chopped up male vocals. They drone on ad infinitum: “of a photocopy, of a photocopy, of a photocopy, of a photocopy…” I have […]