*100 copies limited edition* "The mechanical gate, a rattling turnstile, opened onto the park, enclosed by symbolic gates just under a metre high, lined with hedges. Inside the park, sounds underwent a strange metamorphosis: they seemed muffled, as if unable to penetrate, as if repelled by the gates, the trees and the groves. Outside, fireworks bounced between the buildings. The short duration of the reverberation gave the sound a tremor that derealised it, a short, stuttering vibration that isolated it and gave it a cold splendour. The clamour of a parade showed the same alterations; snatches of voices emerged, a syllable, a word. The horizon of sound spiked, bristled, underwent a choppy friction that the wind shaped into jagged, torn jerks."