Aural Initiative


...upon arrival at the islets of langerhans I waded out to my rock of solitude. Reaching the summit just before days end I watched the sun chase icarus beneath the earth, leaving the distant hills to repeat their shadow play - absorbing the horizon into their dark forms with the slickness of a malevolent amoeba (yeah, i like that!)...Shortly thereafter my head slipped into a passing nebula...

Whilst merged with the nebula I was accosted by the zeitgeist who slipped me its secret blueprints, several constructive fumblings later I had concocted an awkward meta-instrument (the sonicosmotic orchestra ) that when enablised, ejaculated rancid sonus which smelled of hot capacitors. Unperturbed by the 'bleu' smoke that rose in enticing wisps from the rear of my devices, I pushed on with my improvisation until a twitching located around the neck of my tweed socks indicated that I should cease. I digitised the results of my experimentation for posterity and narrowcasted them under the moniker - sonicosmotic 1

The Digital Diary