A circle of radios playing a game of Chinese Whispers with a human voice. A visitor records a message; it’s broadcast over FM to the first radio, whose output is immediately recorded again and passed along — mutating a little with every pass around the ring.
The interferences aren’t damage, they’re the point. Each distortion is also a transformation, the circle of misconstruction turning into a circle of reconstruction. A meditation, in signal and noise, on how meaning survives being interpreted. Creation, after all, is ultimately a mis-take.
