Kaitlin has a dream, and The Heart says goodbye (for now). Listen on headphones.

Produced by Kaitlin Prest with help from Phoebe Wang. Thank you to all of the listeners who sent us your voices so KP could meet you on the moon. In this episode, you also heard the voices of Mitra Kaboli, Phoebe Wang, Jen Ng, Sharon Mashihi, Samara Breger, Meg Bell, Jessica Grosman, Pejk Malinovski, Sean Cole, Lulu Miller, Veronica Simmonds, Johnny Spence, Nancy Prest, Natalie Prest, Allen Watts and Brendan Baker. 

Music by Inne Eysermans, special thanks to Katharina Smets.

The Heart

Dream

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here's a place I'd like to be...

close your eyes... 

breathe in another space, maybe apart from time...

a great hall, carved into a granite mountain...

and full of sound and light...

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flute, narration, field recording, mixing - nicolo scolieri, using a flashback x4 delay, a nano pog octaver, a zoom portable recorder, and audacity. sourced clips from recordings of the dc zine fest earlier this week, the national arboretum earlier this year, a friend's backyard in fredericksburg, a plaza or two in italy from last september ( find more here soundcloud.com/nscolieri/sets/field-recordings-from-italy ) ... plus a little foley work at home.  

image: 

a slide from the family, in england, i think.

transcript:

the air is cold
stone walls shine, but not brightly, its more of a dull glow
you cant quite see anything reflected in the thick rock, but light from the yawning arches plays off the purple and black and grey like water 

looking through - past the columns, strong and tall as pine trees
a sharp valley drops to a dark green hill to the west
above it, there are some clouds but the sky almost matches their color, so it just feels empty
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it was built into the face of a granite mountain
each upper level grows smaller with the slope of the great outer face, and it might feel like a massive tower, an open half-pyramid, if not for the feeling of the inner wall when a hand is placed against it
a touch thats full, the wall simultaneously stretching far away back into the earth and also reaching up toward the mountains peak

looking up - rings of walkways line the inner rock face, shelves just big enough to house little storefronts, merchants, corners where handiwork is shared
some spots are further away and quiet, others face the main hall
those soak up the sounds of commerce and play from down below
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in the center of the main hall is a fountain
a large, sturdy, sculpted goat drips, marbled and deep
its a water source, but its also a place where people meet, where kids show off the little machines and toys they've built above
a place to talk and drink and suck on sticky nectarines
most days the fountain itself just trickles, enough to wash up a little
a small stream follows the goats horns, swirling, slow
only during a heavy rain, with horns slick and dark, does its belly fill, and the fountain bursts with clean, cool water

looking in - from the north side of the promenade, an evening sunlight fills the hall with an orange light, textured like baked fruit
as dusk fades over the western hill, everything that moves shimmers, then settles
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kirabella

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