A semi-biographic piece about my relationship with my father.
The dis-jointed sounds are (some filtered and manipulated) pieces of machinery and tools my father uses to aid and enable his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
(Sounds I hear so often they become parts of my simple daily routine)
Sort of experimental, I guess.
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