The city is a dense but disconnected space – a physical representation of interpersonal ‘otherness.’ At best, we can hope for what Leo Coleman calls, “the urban possibility of being alone, together.” Nobuka re-enchants the city while integrating its material detachment. They are accepting of loneliness, but move incredulously through and with it. It is a special achievement of ‘Fehrbelliner Str.’ that it applies industrialism to frame individual and collective experience. Best appreciated as an audio diary, the sounds dart in effervescent swarms – layered movements that might be confusing were they not so familiar. Each sensation is organic. Across 52 minutes, we hear Berlin creak, bend, and breathe.
A favourite: ‘Donnerstag’