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" ... Death belongs in our society to the darkness of night,
to the repressions of sleep, and dream. Hiller's tape partakes of
the language of dream, where the identity of the speaker is inconstant,
lost and retrieved... The installation itself with its pale blue
and brown tablets and its economy of placements is very beautiful.
The connection between the mute, somber images and the elusive,
allusive wanderings of the text is fascinating in its provocations:
the atmosphere of the piece and the ruminations it engenders stay
in one's head for a long while."
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