Rebecca Glover ‘Encounter’

I stand in the centre surrounded by a cylindrical drone of rotating air con – a solid wall. From time to time a glitch punctures the wall and my ears strain into the vacuum outside, like a string drawn out from inside, spanning into blackness.

Below a carpet of static pulses and further off (below) I can sense the heavy belly of a metal body rising from some hidden depths.

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