Saturday, 16 February 2008
The music is you 2
The sound of a pulse, fed back through itself. That sound, who is it that could ever hope to explain from whence it came? From deep inside the workings of an electronic device, whose own internal reality you could never hope to understand, this, this, this moment where the whole of this thing you sadly know as (inverted commas) “reality” is being reconfigured as it takes hold and commands the very movements of not just your body, but everybody’s.