Remember the good times, but what happens with the bad ones? The fog of war in our head is sometimes no inconvenience but a practice to protect ourselves from our greatest fears that we have experienced - but have we actually experienced them or are they more an uncanny hallucination into which we project all of our inner horrors? These unreliable memories define what we are although we are rarely aware of them. This floating away from oneself as dissociation with the hope of a re-attachment and unification with oneself shall be the motivation for this piece.
A stereo mixdown of the performance at ZKM.
Attention - there is a loud burst at around