Liminal Space by Theatre Of Delays

I’m telling you I live here.
It is this static expanse that offers me the space to project the full increments onto the unfulfilled necessary in between empty increments.
It is here I create and ponder. It is here I merge the angles and elongate the lines until they resonate and reflect back to me.
It is here I capture and punctuate what my hand merely imagines to feel, when the laden machines move above me and I touch the inner gray walls.
It is here I live and sink counting every beat. I feel I want to pause and exist, undefined by a named room or corridor. It is here I float up to the blue neon light and tap into its acrid transmitted buzzing, stimulating the hairs on my modulated body, but I am unable to stop it washing over me and so struggle to find solid footing again. But then I see them. The efficient but non-interactive drawn glass fibers that carry masses of information. The information that travels through here is permanent but not biocompatible and thus it creates a liminal space of transition and high importance.
It is this space that feels scant and lacking, where I find the unburdened blank screen to speak in my own programming language and roam and flow and exercise some control.
It is this space I choose to fill with sonic undulations.
It is this space I want to interrupt.
It is the space.

Text by Silvana Dragan

Theatre of Delays emerged from Detroit electro and IDM experiments, venturing into ambient, noise, and drone. Modular and granular processes shape immersive soundscapes where organic and synthetic textures intertwine. Today, the project fuses ethereal atmospheres with subtly distorted, time-stretched rhythms, charting a dark, emotive course through electronic music’s boundless terrain.

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