"And then before the glowing fires the air turned Martian red. A country lost to burning fiction. A revelation—not of this world finally seen. But of us. The audience. Seeing. And apocalypse of seeing."

BLACK BOX is a 1-hour headphone experience, an encounter with a single memory archived as emergency recording device, a cassette tape remembering itself as the trauma-cinema of lawn, or the algorithm of domestic disaster capitalism, 50 years of American cultural economy encoded into 1.5 seconds of ear-worm—or synchronicity—projected through the defibrillating goop of neoliberal temporal distortion, the DarkNetflix of content experienced inside the cathedral of Space Mountain.

The BLACK BOX was generated amid neuron bursting awareness of compounding hyperobjective emergencies. This poem as sonic landscape is a retrospective projection seeing out from inside that perception-warping, amniotic lubricant gel that has nativized us to the weaponized real estate of the replicant real. The emergency transmission is an act of survival, the memory of that trauma-cinema remembering itself as an archival object: a cassette tape that is both the form of the memory and the memory it contains, preserving itself by replaying over and over and over again, repeating as the pulsating signal of replicating lawn: that all lawns are one lawn—a distress call emanating from black box flight recorder as cassette tape within a cassette tape of a memory inside a memory.

"Where I was promised sweet fiction. Where that field was pure construct, throbbing in the blacklight corn."

1-Hour Headphone Experience / Sonic Object / Invisible Cinema Digital Download Archival Cassette Tape

Text + Voice: Jeff Wood Modular Synthesizer: Johannes Malfatti

Design by Kodac Ko