Nadja
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"The Persistence of Memory", relative, immobile is the sound. Sound as time, clock without hands, close your mouth and count how long you can hold your breath.

But something moves, you stop counting, holding your breath. Sweet, veiled electric drone sighs slowly move, come to life, coloring themselves with imperceptible sonic movements.

A hand struggles to climb on a less pliable clock, the panorama beneath our senses changes, very slowly but it changes. Changes slowly like the perception of Beauty.

Time materializes, the circular rhythm of the clock is tangible. The hands screech, they are, they exist, we feel them living in a liberating scream, dampened by a new light tranquility of synths that bring the colors back to the world of a mute frame.

The consequences of a sound.