Episode 2 : Plaintive presence of the methodical egg slicer.

Appearance of secondary secretions. A disgusting form of karaoke performance, gutteral and jerky … Loops and rhythms chopped up and mocked cynically ... Bass pulses and synthesized twittering machines dart under us ... We’re told over and over not to rock the boat but its already capsized ... A haunting electronic melody cranks out from a dying transistor radio on a garishly colored beach blanket ... Old batteries ooze acid into the sand emitting an endless, gritty, metallic drone ... Delayed feedback, plunky reverb and hiss seep in … A whispering voice focuses our attention and abruptly evaporates as a medieval space rhythm blasts from thin air … Sheets of cold metal fold and rattle, tinny frequencies and droplets drizzle … Deconstructed voices saturate our stereo sonic field, and as sticky bubbles propel us upward the voices fade … Crushing through another sheet of metal, structured blips and square waves create another movement impulse … Continuing looping metallic sounds and crushed voices create a claustrophobic aura until we find ourselves again outdoors amidst autonomous shifting objects and distant birds … A long walk eventually leads us out of isolation into a tunnel with a malfunctioning chorus of broken Victrolas in complete darkness … When sunlight emerges its directed upon a lone narcotized organist playing to a film projected in reverse upon a moss-covered wall in Piccadilly Gardens.