Lignelsens Vold
A meditation, splintering emotions, a distillation of our need, here in a periphery on fire. Beneath the noise of the mundane, in the trash heap of the every day. Within media routines, the exchanges of information. In modes of day– and night-time dreaming, about the universe and decades past in industry, technology, text, image, film video. Now digitized, in knotted and decayed networks of unrequited love.
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