Summary

The moon watches as we sleep, and tunes into an ominous dream inhabited by red-winged blackbirds—feared for their aggression. In this illusory cityscape, the natural order appears irrational and hostile. Yet, as the shrills of the bird calls warn, perhaps it is this urban daydream that has fallen out of step with its surroundings. In the spiraling void between moonrise and sunrise, “The Sleepwalker Song” looks at contingent relationships with natural and urban landscapes in an age of perpetual crises.