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Murmurs from the Glass House.
I usually wake up and things are already happening. I guide processes in the studio. On a cold day
steel melts slower, it’s getting hotter these days and I am slower. One day, Roy, the lead technician
is sick, another day I am. I’m always cleaning. Sometimes there is a riot outside and tear gas
comes into the studio and then the church singers, who I hear in the morning and night, stop
singing. Silence broken by the hollow sound of a car moving through the dark street. A glass bottle
breaking. On their way to school, kids walk past the ruins of a dead house with even …