We frantically vote Mrs. Lana del Rey as the President of the Universe. We appoint as our Prime Minister Mr. Arthur Schopenhauer. Minister of Education is Mr. Ambrose Bierce and Mr. Sergey Gennadiyevich Nechayev is the Minister of Foreign Affairs. There ain’t a Minister of Economics because all we need is Love.More »
Novi_sad is the mutated body that stands on the tips of it’s toes to look over a wall of white noise. It reaches the edge, almost getting a glimpse of what is on the other side. It almost sees.
And when it almost sees, then it hears.
And when it hears, it hears the sudden attack of static. And as it hears it looks: the sky is static and falls like a sonic ceiling collapsing on its sole inhabitant: Novi_sad.
Novi_sad is the sound of the shadow of the body that faces the wall of sound.
The mutated body steps back from the wall. It is not a wall, it is a mirror.
The mutated body looks at itself. It sees: an open mouth that is shouting to itself and is not heard, it sees closed ears bleeding for themselves that do not hear.
It says: lift sonic ceilings up over my head, push them up over the sky, as far as my arms can reach, as far as my eyes can see.
I will hear, I will here. Bio/Resume »