Exquisite Corpse ·

    Now

    Enter the listening room ↗

    What it is

    Above · tonight

    The Moon, as it is

    The ocean · by the Moon

    Every day it heard

    New moons rise to the top, full moons sink to the bottom. Colour is the note; size is how loudly the ground hummed. Filled: days it lived. Hollow: days it remembered from the archives. Hover a day, or choose one below.

    Read a day

    Below · through the planet

    Beneath

      From the smallest to the largest

      As above, so below

        Once each lunar month

        The works

        The first game, still being played

        The body

        Read a turn

        A vocabulary that grows

        The Estuary

        An instrument waiting for enough retained ground to learn its first voice.

        The third hand · at each new moon

        A turn of its own

        Made

        now