In Second Floor and Third Floor Story

180g black vinyl & paper inner. Outer sleeve & label ink stamped by hand, hand numbered with A4 insert, Edition of 180. There is a wall missing on the second floor. We are exposed to the brilliant light, the pixilated heat, moving with the sandstorm. The grains appear greyscale. Looking closer, each is iridescent; with the potential to bloom (in spite of the agriculture)
Follow the thread of shimmering bells, altering the air pressure. Up staircase. The denizens of this place, always just out of eye line. The Kleptomaniac, the Typical Male, the Wild Family. The Angels on a working breeze. The Been and the Gone. The Retching Birds. The Hyena up there. The Homophobic Neighbour. All leaving their impressions, heard but never seen
The third floor offers us shelter, though it is howling outside. Door after hall, after chamber, after corridor. Each cell filtering, through its own resonance to pure tones. The only way is onward, following the thread. Keeping a count as best you can