Today, and after a couple of digital listening, I received my physical copy of there's a light that enters houses with no other house in sight. It might sound completely old-fashioned, but I feel really attached to the idea of the object in itself, when it was meant by the artist to exist as such, for reasons others than commercial (well, everybody knows that CDs do not sell anymore).
There is the artwork (and I actually did not even order the deluxe edition, with the book containing, presumably, the poems read by Franz Wright on the recording, and "contributions from three renowned photographers assembled by David Sylvian to illustrate the edition”). There is the way of listening, too (you cannot easily choose the moment you want to hear or skip in the track, but have to listen to it from the beginning on). Nothing mystical ...
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