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Countless moving cuboids dispersed across the city act as witnesses to the secret whispers that are drowned out by the crowd.
Lines and dots merge together to form shapes and patterns of increasing complexity. In sharp contrast to that stands the organic movement that from time to time seems to fall back into a steady mechanical rhythm, which itself is represented on the sonic level. From simplicity emerge more and more complex worlds that combine the abstract aesthetics of the living and the technical as if questioning which derives from which.
