Brother Paul's Archives are an ante-room in the LIbrary of Babel. Or a dream depository. Or a vault of out-takes, flaking tapes, discarded drafts, random radiophonics, ethereal buzz and beep through the cybersphere.
They are also fragments of memoire, refractions of reflections, slices of everyday tissue, the odd flicker of nerve. How will they evolve? We'll see...
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