An audio interpretation and reading of the piece "Boxes" as appears in CLUSTER Magazine Issue 4. clusterfkmagazine.bigcartel

Featuring Milo Eastwood reading an original work by Andy O'Connor.

The sound is a collage of work completed between 2015 and 2016, compiled to create a dissonant cacophony representing the chaos of understanding birth, and the uncomfortable transition into the predetermined boxes of the modern world.

I was dragged into a world full of boxes. They gave me a name. They pulled me from the only home I knew, screaming. I wasn't meant for this world. Or I was. I didn't have a chance, a choice, a say, a meaning. They weighed me. They cleaned me. They cut me loose. They put me into a computer. They forced fabric onto my body. They called me something. They kept calling me it. I couldn't call them anything. I screamed. Take me back, I don't want this. My pleas fell on deaf ears. They kept calling me that name. All things have a name. Nothing is just nothing, everything is something. They keep telling me that. Things are there, and then they're not there, but they're still there. They call this permanence. An oblique distraction from the present. Nothing is temporary. They feed me. I grow. I mimic them. I see their boxes. I'm assigned to their boxes. Take me back. I have a recollection of wanting to go back. I mimic them more. It feels wrong. They're happy. They make me defecate in a machine. Take me back. I thought I wanted to go back. There's more and more me's, but they're not me, they just look like me. We're all in a room together. We're all told the same things. They want me to play. I want to go back. They're happy sometimes, and then they're not. I mimic them. I'm happy sometimes, and then I'm not. I remember being comfortable. Now I wear heavy leather shackles on my feet. They throw me in water and then they rub it off. I want to go back. They call me this name. They keep calling me it. Some things are forever and some things are not, but everything is forever too. They tell me I can be in any box, but I don't want to be. I want to go back. They put me in new boxes with bigger walls, but the boxes are smaller and smaller and I get bigger and bigger. Or I get bigger and the boxes stay the same size. I can't scream anymore - I get in trouble. Trouble is bad. Everything is something else. Nothing is nothing. I behave. I want to go back. I want to scream about going back. It's easier if I behave. The boxes are comfortable. Behaving is nice. The boxes are comfortable. Behaving is nice. I wanted to go back. Once, I wanted to go back. I love the boxes.

Cover art is a collaboration between Andy O'Connor and Tim Kirsopp