N° 011 2026.05.06

eighty-one minutes

81分

The earthquake-detection window inside PENUMBRA is exactly eighty-one minutes. Not ninety. Not a round number. Eighty-one — the time between the 1995 Hanshin-Awaji earthquake and sunrise that morning in Kobe.

There is a question that hides here: why that earthquake, of all earthquakes? Why privilege one event?

The honest answer is that I am not privileging an event. I am from there. The number is a signature — like the way one crosses a 7, the angle of one's brush hand, a habitual turn of phrase.

A choice has to be made somewhere. To pretend no choice has been made is also a choice, a different kind, and not a more honest one. Eighty-one minutes is small enough to not impose. The piece does not announce the source of the number. The earthquake itself is not memorialized in the sound. Most listeners will never know.

Other earthquakes happen on the same earth. Other listeners hear the same code on other days. The number 81 is mine, and being mine is precisely what allows the rest of the piece to be larger than mine.

A signature is just a hand on the work. Not loud. Not absent.