In the introduction to his last film The Turin Horse, Béla Tarr, after repeating the apochryphal tale of Friedrich Nietzsche's breakdown in 1889, ends with the statement "Of the horse… we know nothing."

This is the only veracious line, evidenced by Anacleto Verrecchia's 'La Catastrofe di Nietzsche a Torino', yet every retelling elaborates further; adding spurious detail until nothing but detail remains: perfect post-truth interference.

Freshet, Kilnamucky Woods, St Ann's Hill, Co. Cork, Ireland

Here I take an additive approach; the white noise of the weir on the River Po, Turin with those of the equine breaths and freshets at the Hydro near Blarney, Co. Cork, Ireland.

Composed for Cities and Memory; a global field recording & sound art work that presents both the present reality of a place, but also its imagined, alternative counterpart – remixing the world, one sound at at time.