The storm of applause is hollow feedback. So is the tape recorder, but ruthlessly accurate at least. Sound recording is not a recent invention. Its implications, however, have seldom been fully grasped. Repeating something mechanically translates into stolen time.
People subject their inner, suppressed, stifled perception of time to extrinsic structures.
I believe that my composition at last enables Krapp to possess sufficient time. The act of recording abruptly assumes a positive aspect here by extending the frames of Krapp's worm-like existence. Aural approach towards stage begins with crescent sine F sharp'''. Dim table light for his score. Just as the loud, distorted sound ceases, four strong limelights.