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being surrounded by quantities of electronic hardware, particularly specialised bodies{plastic and cords; full of transistors, diodes, analogue connectors},
at one of the higher floors where the only neighbours are the rooms the same as this one which we are being isolated in; frail trickles of sound, almost mere suggestions of them: to the point we are not sure if they really do exist.

an orchestra plays for a children's day. all you can hear is the lively music bouncing on the facades of the blocks of flats behind the trees, down below. you can't hear the crowd. the hum of the ventilation before bedtime begins to play a beautiful melody to the accompaniment of the television on the other side of the concrete wall: the most pleasant we've heard(?) since the headphones, too loud for this space, slipped from our ears. it is impossible to turn them down to an appropriate level; they are banging on the eardrums, trying to pull the snail out of its shell.

in the dream, the musical sensations are accompanied by visions and stories. after waking up, the visions are accompanied by sound sensations and stories. there is not a child in the building, but in this room the mother is talking to her daughter -
two such nights full of auditory delusions. the next:[less full, more listening to the real:{silent moaning of air-conditioning; ripping of foil comparable to collapse of an entire floor; rhythmic tapping, very complex &light beeps, squeaks, rustling of cables; rifling of paper in notebook}.]. again the orchestra resounds -

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Pieces of mirror staggered on the floor under a square silver frame thats leaning against the wall. She ran her fingers over the beaded curtain hanging in the passage to the side room, but stayed in the living room. Her eyes wandered to the slight movement beneath the window; Julius was rolling in the dirt of an overturned pot, stretched gracelessly, squinted and said:
- I've got quite a problem:{three field cats are flying across the yard with grey narcissi growing out of the bare ground. i caught the first one, but the rest have flown away...
should i ask the captured one where the rest of her ex-companions are? - whereupon he closed them completely and lay down in between the glass shards.
- As far as I am concerned... leave the matter; since you have captured the