A1 f u
A4 dødt udstiller levende
B1 not even memories lasts forever_survivor
B2 ime is measured by the moss_dust of u
B3 young girls surrender to powder
The sparse and gentle electronics of ‘ruin walls’ have been composed privately and candidly. Strictly working from a hardware set-up, these pieces hang together as they were made. They drift in a contemplative mode, the hint of rhythm as soft as a heartbeat.