A new set begins: Jon Tjhia guest hosts - candles in the wind; voice memos, incidental pocket recordings and sketches of time passing
Comment: Are we on? Are we good? Are we measured?
Comment: Naniwacho, and hello.
Comment: Kitties? Din-dins! Puss, puss, puss, puss. Safety check.
Comment: Oslo echo, Footscray Park, bubbles.
Comment: Homecoming, I don’t feel like working.
Comment: Teledildonics! Here we are.
Comment: If that touches me, you’re gonna be very sorry.
Comment: Brush and rinse.
Comment: Peekaboo? It’s some kind of thing.
Comment: I tidied up a bit, you know, put things in the dishwasher.
Comment: Medical assistance (CW: hospitals).
Comment: Check-out.
Comment: Evacuate.
Comment: I wonder why he’s the greatest dancer?
Comment: Drums, birds.
Comment: Edits of the monkey mind.
Comment: Squeaky sand and a matter of authority.
Comment: Singapore, Japan, flies, Japan.
Comment: Oh, what’s the range?
Comment: Birds and strings.
Comment: Don’t go to sleep.
Comment: Tablecloth and drums.
Comment: Estonian by campfire.
Comment: Some of them are a bit cheeky, but the thing is, I just take it with a grain of salt.
Comment: Not everybody likes this aesthetic!
Comment: Rachel Carson on Sea.
Comment: They fell continuously, day and night, days passing into months, into years, into centuries.
Comment: Prizes and a birthday.
Comment: Mumbai and new words fell.
Comment: How do they afford it? It’s great music.
Comment: Giant koala.
Comment: 40th birthday party.
Comment: Cubicle 8.
Comment: It knows where we are.
Comment: Tui on the side of a hill.
Comment: Can we stop recording for a bit?
