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∈ ABOUT ∋

It is night. I woke up with a twitch...
I look down from above and try to sort out my thoughts.
Was not I in paradise with a woman? A dream? No this can not be... draw, write down everything that swirls in my sick head. Will know what happened.A network of thought appears. Fertile and so distributed, yet all in one: neoanalog, technology in one poetic form... game, noise, bid , ... coding, bugs, ...coincidence ...readymade, gadget, toys, ....fantastic machines, surreal interfaces, ... light, shadows, sound, ..... microchips, hardware electronics of eternal flow, component art, interaction,... soul, nature, ....the magic circle: place of transformation...improvisation.... emoanut, identity,alfredo.. fiction, real? ... Movement, performance, dance, painting... Whatever... So much, everything in one unit.
... Red Black White Chronicles..
Emonautic Laberynth!
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