(speaking foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(no music or sound, sometimes words
in foreign language)

(buzzing)

(strange overlapping tones)

♪ (eerie saxophone) ♪

(tones continuing to overlap)

(saxophone becoming more chaotic)

(strange electronic skittering)

(wavering tones)

(chaotic saxophone)

(sounds overlapping chaotically)

(all sounds calm)

(wavering overlapping tones)

(wilderness sounds)

(applause)

When I had a baby, 
I lost my sex drive.

My husband came from the war and found me
sleeping with a woman. He took her away,

they left together, my baby died.

I got my sex drive back and had another 
baby. I married a man who brought me

(inaudible).
He loved them dearly. He stayed home to

care for them. I went out (inaudible) 
make money but found I hated my job.

I quit. The men who gave me the job 
threatened to kill me for that. He didn't

kill me, I got another job, I fell in
love. The person I loved did not love me.

He told me to get lost. I threatened to 
kill him if he went out with other women.

He did. I shot him. (laughter)
... came back to me begging my forgiveness

(inaudible). I quit my job. We moved into
a larger house. And the children went to

school. I spent the days cleaning the 
house and redecorating. In the evenings

we had small dinner parties. 
My husband decided to get a job.

(inaudible)
(voice becoming distorted)

(high pitched scrambling sound)

(plucked stringed instrument)

(muffled voice)

(thunder)

♪ (pleasant strings) ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ (groove begins) ♪
♪ (foreign language vocals) ♪

♪ (music calms) ♪

(silence)

(voice cutting in and out, inaudible)

but the pleasure I can recall 
vividly. The pleasant sensations.

I (inaudible) systematically. 
Keeping records of what I relived.

I can recall the presses (inaudible). 
I can recall the patterns of the rugs on

the floors of the different fine homes
we visited over the years.

I'm certain my memory of these things is
better than anything I could explain today

(inaudible). 
(applause)

(indistinct talking)

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The wind

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The wind is invisible.
(ding)

It does not want (inaudible).
(ding)

(inaudible) 
(ding)

The wind is careful as a locksmith.
(ding)

The wind has come and gone and he will 
come again, like a blind man tapping

his cane (inaudible) 
(ding)

His bag full of whistles and scents.
The blind man, his currency of leaves.

(ding) 
And locks them up in a secret place where

no one has ever come, ever seen.
(ding)

From the wind, (inaudible) 
(ding)

♪ (cryptic strings) ♪

(wavering sounds)

(vocalizing)

(clattering)

(shouting)

(two people shouting at each other)

(people making animal sounds)

(vocalizing)

♪ (it does not want to move) ♪

♪ (inaudible lyrics) ♪

>> Hey hey hey hey hey.

♪ (cryptic strings) ♪

(people making animal sounds)

(vocalizing)

(clattering)

(shouting)

(two people shouting at each other)

(clattering)

(wavering sounds, gurgling)

(inaudible vocals)

(sounds becoming chaotic, dinging)

(silence)

(applause)

♪ [Blue Danube Waltz, by Johann Strauss] ♪

(applause)

I owe the discovery of tlön
to a book. This book was written in

English, and it contained 1,001 pages.
On the leather, yellow spine, and then

again on the title page, I read these very
curious words. "A first encyclopedia of

tlön." I held in my hands a substantial 
fragment of the complete history of tlön.

With its architecture, and its oceans,
its mythological terrors and the sounds

of its dialects. It's theological and
metaphysical controversy.

In the Islamic world there is one night
called the night of nights, on which the

secret gates of the sky open wide, 
and the water in the (inaudible)

become sweeter. See, if those gates were
to open, I would not feel what I felt

that afternoon as I began to read 
the book.

(strange tranquil tones)

In the literature of Tlön,
ideal objects abound, invoked and dissolve

momentarily, according to (inaudible)
necessity. Sometimes the faintest

simultaneous brings them about.
There are objects made up of two sense

elements. One visual, and the other 
auditory. The color of a sunrise and the

distant call of a bird. Other objects are
made up of many elements. The sun,

water against a swimmer's chest, 
the vague, quivering pink which one sees

when the eyes are closed. The feeling of
being swept away by a river, or by sleep.

At first, it was believed that Tlön was a 
mere chaos. A free and irresponsible

work of the imagination. Now, it is known
that it is a complete cosmos, and that the

strict laws which govern it have been 
carefully formulated.

At least (inaudible). 
♪ (percussive groove) ♪

(inaudible) it reasons that
the present is undefined. That the future

has no other reality than this present 
hope, and that the past is no more than

present memory. Another school declares
that the whole of time has already

happened, and that our life is only a 
vague memory or dim reflection of an

irrecoverable process. Another school
has it that the history of the universe is

the handwriting produced by a lesser
god in order to communicate with a demon.

Another believes that while we are asleep 
here, we are awake elsewhere, and that in

this way, every man is two men. 
The geometry of tlön comprises two

somewhat distinct systems. A visual one
and a tactical one. This geometry

disregards parallel lines and declares 
that man, in his movement, modifies the

forms which surround him.

♪ (Tense waltzy music) ♪

(spooky sounds fade in)

♪ (music and spooky sounds continue) ♪

Centuries and centuries of idealism
have not failed to influence reality.

In the very oldest regions of Tlön, 
it is not an uncommon occurrence

for lost objects to be duplicated. 
Because things duplicate themselves

in Tlön. They also tend, at the same time,
to efface themselves. To lose their detail

when people forget them. A classic example
is that of a doorway, which lasted as long

as it was visited by a beggar. And which 
faded from sight when he's dead.

Occasionally, a few birds, 
a horse perhaps, have saved the ruins of

and amphitheater. Tlön may be a labyrinth
but it is a labyrinth devised by men.

A labyrinth destined to be deciphered by
men. Why not fall under the spell of Tlön?

And submit to the minute and vast
evidence of the worldly planet.

Perhaps a hundred years from now 
someone will discover a hundred volumes

of the second encyclopedia of Tlön. 
Then English, French, and mere Spanish

will disappear from our planet, and the 
world will be Tlön.

(applause)