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This one is for all my friends, everywhere.

It’s so nice to breathe with some Holy Basil’s energy tonight, while discretely aging a bit more. The thing is that while the modules just reveal fluctuations of micro-voltages, you are immediately brought into a different sentient state of being and playing. The same state we can be when within a forest.

The sound though, is not “the sound of the plant”. The plant just reveals a perceptual trace, an immanence; which at turns influences my perception of the relationship. A pure, tactile, materialistic apprehension of living forms. That apprehension might also apply to sentient ways of being we can’t even understand, or conceive, …minerals, oceans, mountains, clouds… fires.

No more projections, but sonic embraces.


g sound, …but not in G



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