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ERIC BOLLMAN - untitled _________________________________________________ |
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Whatever echoes fibrillate in the undulations of our neuronal fields? Memory faces up to itself in this one question: how did memory bring us here? Memory, the forgotten one - under the sway of the scythe of bliss memory flexes over in synaptic delusion to the experience of senselessness that only audition can bestow. It comes as the gift of angels to listen to this world while immersed in such oblivion. Without recall of what vistas we have passed, we are awakened in a dream so far off... |
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