everything that ever has been always will be
July 9, 2009
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“Konsert VIII”
English TranslationYou’re flying, or levitating, drifting, through an enormous, dark room, a room of sounds; endless, dazzling glissandi, crackling pizzicati, coal-black turbulence holes of loud bass, but otherwise empty; no planets, no meteors, but elegant clouds of dust after exploded music. You’re floating somewhere between pleasure and fear, in a time you can’t decide; you find yourself everywhere else than in the presence. And you disappear more and more inside these hidden rooms, and your character fades out gradually, your facial elements are erased, your body disintegrates, and the last thing you think is that you’ve become a sound yourself; a thin, anonymous sound among all these others that cry in the empty, dark room.
Tor Ulven
