Stroll

The Nullz Media Landscapes— Salem Variations On a Sunday we arrived. Even with our eyes shut the closeness to the destination could be easily anticipated. The FM transmission shuffled between the signal of a voice and a bank of static that seemed manufactured by the forest as a whole. Sounds shapeshifted sliding lubriciously as noise, before suddenly precipitating into form as police sirens, weather forecasts, truck dealer promos, no down payments, and coke that tastes like cherry. Along the road some scattered cottages appeared, some even with goats, horizontal pupils and all. Last time we were here we had the same thing for supper. Grease on top of grease, with sausages and starch fr...View all