Composer: Ed Hooke Date of Composition/Copyright: 1987 Date of Recording: 1994
Commentary Inspired by the memory of stumbling across an abandoned cottage on the
slopes of Cader Idris, a mountain in North Wales, as an impressionable 12 year old
schoolboy, This is me wondering what impression someone might form if, after my
death, they were to stumble across my home in a similar way.
A photograph - browned and curling. Magnetic tape - recorded sound. The dust has gathered. The
vultures have flown. (Worn garments of an age outgrown.) A secret museum - its cobwebs
undisturbed. (Echoes of yesterday preserved.)
Out of breath and out of petrol. The sands have fallen now. Though older is not always
wiser the choice is ours.
Who once lived here? Were they content? They must have been - or surely they'd have
changed? Haunted by clocks - counting down down down down. (Less to be, more what might
have been.) What's the use of so much so-called potential if it's wasted? (Chalk epitaphs
fade in the rain.)
Change the world or change a light bulb. Change something inbetween. I can stand standing
still no longer lest rots sets in. So where do you stand?
Fate twists mainly as allowed. Our lives are in our hands.