Sandra

@ulular.bsky.social

escribes, luego existo eb @ www.thephilosopher1923.org

I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.

defined by this fact of interaction with the auditory world, the aesthetic subject in sound is placed in the midst of its materiality, involved in its production the sounds of our footsteps are part of the auditory city that is being produced in our movements through it