When I came to do the recording, I felt that I was in the presence of something older than anything else I have known as a living thing. Part of me wants to be held by it. I want to be in it and disappear into it.
The last time I was recording, I was touching the yew. What I hadn’t realised was that most parts of the tree are highly poisonous and there are toxins released by it that can a kill a person. I was touching the yew and I had my biosensors and I was connecting it to parts of the trunk and to the leaves, and I started feeling really nauseated. I had no idea why until I posted something ...
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