Four messages, rescued from oblivion or from white noise.
In random order: someone looking from the window of a train; an endless fall; the passage from contour to image; the passage from animation to film. Somehow an exploration of space an time, with no knowledge of where we are going. (“– so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation)
Come un lasciapassare talks about the passage from an acoustic to an electroacoustic world. In counterpoint, Shakespeare’s 123th sonnet: “No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change”
A wager: the orchestration of a purely electroacoustic piece. An attempt: the rapprochement of the electroacoustic and acoustic writing. A game: sounds become words, and words become meta-words, keeping, like a faint shadow, a more or less indelible trace of their previous meaning.