at the end of the world, what remains? the shelled hulks of skyscrapers scratching dust from the dusklight? hoards of silver buried beneath an earth-encircling ash? anything you've ever touched? the oscillating moon tosses its soft and mottled light. the tide rises an angry roar lashing the sea's edge. the sky lays its flayed light across the gutted and fallow land. what remains? sound. ... more