circuitries by messier

in total confusion of my own spiraling thoughts, i found myself exploring to death the writings assembled in nick land's fanged noumena. in digging through those monstrosities, i was seduced by grammars ripped of meaning, replaced by architectures of poison and disorder. in the sewers of his mind, i found beauty.

this project was my way of making sense of land's philosophy, as well as my own. i could not have understood so well what i believed in before, could not have trusted so much in the endless zero, without his work. although my mind barely scrambled through his noumena, making near no sense of it, this work is a mirror of my own thoughts, and this music is what i reflect back to it.

i am the zero, full of potential.

mara

mara masaeva
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maramasaeva@gmail.com