Nick Chatfield-Tyalor '23 Simple, obdurate scenes of harmonized confusion. Constant, yet continually unique. A one liner in three acts. An infinite game played for the purpose of continuing the play. Always falling, always making a sound, whoever may or may not be around. This is the second act. There is a stillness in motion, and palpability without tangibility. A surface absorbs and repels. Remnants conjure and retell loops of chance and randomness. Sinusoidal gestures fabricate a crispy silence. Act one. A serious lightheartedness. A sensorial monomania. A search for means to define space as both emotionally monumental and physically intimate. The introduction, crisis and resolution occur simultaneously. You ride the chairlift into the cycle of repose and caper. Categories All Tags #thesis2023