Darkness was never their subject. It was their address. Mr. and Mrs. Arafna have built two projects, Haus Arafna and November Növelet, and a label named after a body producing milk for a life that will not come. Every record pressed, packed and shipped by hand. Every sound assembled once and never again. A conversation with the band, drawn from thirty-five years spent observing what they describe as the slow collapse of the human project.