Kraftwerk
Radio-Activity

Alone in my dark room, I search for a world that tastes of something else, and I disconsolately lean on this work by Kraftwerk, and immediately I lose myself in the soothing placidity of the non-space, external dimension, in the dense void of the monotonous notes of a Geiger Counter.

Cradled by radio waves, I move lightly in the electro-staticity of Radio Activity, leaving every possible logical link on the ground to elevate myself in the ecstasy proper to the ubiquity of sound.
Here and elsewhere at the same instant, to radiate everywhere and everywhere annihilate myself.
I travel aimlessly in the infinite Radioland, a non-place where I can hover breathlessly, letting neurons roam free and fill with elegant ecstasy, a synthetic sensation of freedom.
And here, bright trajectories of Airwaves project me into unknown distances, along which post-modern dances typical of an increasingly rarefied universe become thick with pulses and cold moans.
Voices off-screen.

Suspended, I observe myself as I slowly decompose and become myself intangible, pure energy, a non-human condition. No longer and not only Radio-sound, but something beyond, something elusive and remote.
Dreamlike electric drawing, I propagate and capture, I wave in a spatial sky filled with vibrations and drops of broken melodies.
Valve delusion.
Ohm Sweet Ohm.