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in a port town

Spatial audio virtual reality experience, based on a poem by latvian poet Artis Ostups.

“In a Port Town”

“The anchor is raised, every day it is heavier, and the night ship continues on its way, passing through granite squares. In the park birds flutter – old, crumpled newspapers, until they get stuck in the branches with a quiet tear. The cobblestones live like strangers beneath cargo trucks, which, as the coal dust blows about, search for the harbor; but occasionally the side street thunders in memory of the black horses and white linen in top boots. In a room gnats swarm above a breast carefully undressed, like an envelope cut with a knife. The bulb is dimmed, and in the window’s arc a bird waves, as the lovers leave the granite coast.”