Eleven pieces made over the past year while traveling back and forth between Alfred, New York and Beirut, Lebanon. An exploration of toy pianos that she has spent several years taking apart and rebuilding. On a Symphonion disc music box acquired in New York, she carved poems into the discs normally punched with holes, translating text into sound. Woven through it are archives of personal conversations, birdsong and everyday sounds recorded to open-reel tape by her family and herself, producing a texture like fragments of a dream. Add metallophones and more — she realized that everything she had been using was made of metal — and you're drawn in alongside Yara Asmar by the diverse timbres of metal drawn out by bowing, plucking, rubbing and striking. Recommended. See if you can be freed from nostalgia. (Original Japanese text by Adachi)