A Bronze Map of Stone

Embalmed in earth, your chiselled contours lay dormant in another’s chamber; rivulets in rock congealed with dampened soil until we break you free and into

Ancient Shell Sounds

Abandoned at the mouth of your shelter you quivered apprehensively at our approach, crying out to be held as we proclaimed the exception of your

An aerial view of site of Por-Bajin

Unearthing the Clay House

These ancient frozen soils supress secluded secrets, our speculative stratigraphy too coarse to expose the folly of your foundation; panning for timelines that slip through