....
There we were, seating in this large dark room, all eyes closed.
She was moving slowly around us and it was as if he was moving his hand.
A mass of filaments in perspective was scanning the space from top to bottom.
A large fog was coming upon us as we were trapped. The regular clashes
above were moving away while a line was hedging hop, spinning,
the suspended holographic architecture. The sparkling was filling the vacuums,
the few silences seemed programmed. The geometrical forms were leaving room
to layers of superposed matters, which were piling up one after the other,
drawing a melody hardly perceptible by flashes. Clashes,
groups of sound fragments
had reduced calmness to a marsh of stems of dB.
The tablecloths left place to the rhythm like memories in echo.
The acid rains, systematic erosion of the form-images, moved back.
Frozen drops were entwining us, eaten quickly by some swirls.
Our seats moved back while lines of tiny frequencies and
of great depth were meeting in the centre. Pulsate, shocks,
cracklings, signals were forming a sinuous organism. Cracks, glares,
were reaching abyssal speeds to yield in circle.

Vronski E, Schulz T and Leary B
[extract of “
Electronic Topography, mechanics - reflexion about sound and beauty”, 2006]

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