Cameron Rogers

“To honour its first creation, no sound was permitted within the home of Muse for a full year, no sound save that of its Art: the slow, crisp, click of polished brass gears, the sensual hiss of pneumatic release, the insidious sibilance and decisive thud of a withdrawing and thrusting piston, and the soft groan of the boy held within the cube as each rod ran him through, over and over and over.Powered by this action, the music box played.Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...And another piston rammed home.A mechanism of intricate complexity exchanging great pain for a little beauty. This, here, then, was Life.Muse was fulfilled.”