Creative Time Summit 2012 Making - Otolith Group

And my name is Koji Reshin. And we are the, we are known as the Otolist Group. We are going to speak a song, not sing a song. Louder. I'm not alone

My hope and my life My relaxing. My distress. My bedroom, my cassette. My diction and my pulse. My fortune and my death. My flake and my restlessness. My headache and my dirt. My paper and my charity.

My rose and my pallor. My guest and my closet. My light and my time. My worry, my perversity. My transgression. My temptation and my polytheene My gunshot My jealousy and my water My demands and my angels And my waiting and my distance My death and my curtness My insulin, my memory My partner and my sadness My story and my wantonness My wish My despair My erasure My plantation My white chocolate

My thoughtlessness My gracelessness My courage and my crying My pockets and my mistakes My body and my sex My gaze and my helplessness My letter My sugar and my homework My walk, my records. My smile and my struggle. My reflection, my eyelid. My fragility, my discretion. My hair, my austerity, my tattoo. My demise. My feeling and my terror. My problem and my judgment. My disguise. My tongue.

My ownership. My formula. My property My thought My razor My blessing and my silence My lust and my practice My sincerity, my penicillin My window and my androgyny My mother, my recorder My pity and my posing My light My carelessness My drama, my drama, my drama, my drama, my drama. My tenderness, my car.

My undoing and my history. My bottle and my drugs. My drugs, my drugs. Tomorrow, my temperature. My lips and my selfishness. My cigarette. my uncertainty my penetration my notebook my limit my importance my glycerin my customer my function my lawlessness my charm and my hunger my refusal My refusal, my tissue. My vodka, my admission.

My ability and my telephone. My hollow, my relaxing. My distress and my bedroom. My restlessness, my headache. My dirt and my paper. My charity, my rose. My pallor, my guests and my closet. My light and my time and my worry. My perversity. My transgression, honey. My temptation, honey. My polythene. My jealousy. My water. My demands. My angels. My waiting. My distance. My death. My curtness. My insulin. My memory. My partner.

My refrigerator. My sadness. My story. My wantonness. My skipping. My wish and my despair. My erasure, my plantation. My chocolate, my thoughtlessness. My gracelessness. My courage and my crying. My pockets. My homework. Like lions after slumber. In unvanquishable number. Oh yeah. Thank you. Thank you.