The voices repeat the words over and over, the phrase wears thin—losing its meaning, becoming something else.
Can truth dissolve through repetition? Or does it carve itself deeper into the mind, until all that remains
is the undeniable fact that your dreams are dead.
Analog sounds and artificial voices. All my dreams are nightmares. What are yours?
Tools: Moog Grandmother, Mother 32, Doepfer A-111-5, Arturia Drumbrute Impact, Ableton Live