Winter fog at the Ford reminds me of that Joy Division song “Atmosphere” – and not just because it came out while I was a student here.

The fog makes for a disorientation, an uncertainty of what is where, and where the what ends; an isolation of objects that seem to exist apart from another such that vistas feel blindered – more like photos.  The song’s looping tom-toms always struck me the same way in that they march on an on, leaving you uncertain as to where you are in the song’s structure; more literally, the chimes feel like icicles forming on the trees (though even these are disorienting:  it sounds as if these chimes have been detuned, and so are really something else…)


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