The last splice is spliced. It’s 5 am… We emerge from WORM in a giddy daze to find the Witte de Withstraat completely deserted… the pavement shimmers… a sultry, tropical breeze is blowing… dozens of birds, all singing at once… Where are we????
everyday encounters with the magic of the moving image
One thought on “5.9.12: The Last Splice”
I’m happy to know that this is what you guys were up to on my birthday <3