In the half-light between dreaming and waking, our world reveals its true nature: a perpetual threshold where nothing fully is, yet everything is becoming. Airport terminals at 3 AM hold their breath in fluorescent stillness, neither departure nor arrival, while empty parking garages echo with the ghostly memories of footsteps that might have been. We live in the spaces between definitive moments—the pause before the conductor's baton falls, the instant between clicking "send" and delivery, the sunset hour when day hasn't quite surrendered to night. These liminal spaces are reality's waiting rooms, where time feels both stretched and compressed, where identity becomes fluid as mercury, and where the familiar world dissolves into something stranger and more sublime. Here, in these threshold spaces, we are all travelers passing through doors that lead to doors that lead to doors, never quite arriving, never fully departed, suspended in the infinite moment between what was and what will be.

The piano used on this piece was a supposed haunted object, rescued from a cruise ship that had been left to float away.

The Liminal

Colombian Connection( kollaborative stuff)

https://www.instagram.com/p/DFVG63_qTuY/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdJwTjl8Cjc

DEEP DIVE Part Two

01 Strunglefied

Some months ago I was heading to the doctor’s when I heard a voice say “notice the tattoo,” or “ look at the tattoo,” something along those lines, which left me pretty baffled, unsure what this meant or why it suddenly popped into my head. But I made sure I would pay attention to any tattoos I saw at the doctor’s office. When I got there a young nurse admitted me and checked my vitals. She was pretty and had a calming grace about her. When she went to take my blood pressure, I saw on the inside of her wrist was a single tattoo: a red rose. Throughout the day I contemplated what this symbol was meant to mean and why I was supposed to see it but couldn’t really make any connection to it. 
Around this time I had started learning more about the saints. I was reading a book of poetry by St. Thérèse of Lisieux “the Little Flower” that I really loved. In it are the most tender of love poems dedicated to Jesus, other saints and her fellow sisters at her convent. 
But it wasn’t until a couple of days ago I found the novena prayer to St. Thérèse and was shocked and tickled to discover it is apparently common knowledge that she’ll send a rose to those who ask for her prayers. 
Now I can’t remember if I had, at that time, asked, but maybe she went ahead and sent the rose knowing I would catch up down the line. Either way, this beautiful haiku by El Wud evoked in me this memory and the desire to repay her kind gift.

So dear St. Thérèse of Lisieux, this one’s dedicated to you:


Curve of time—
a thought takes flight,
scent of a rose.

by El Wud
Naviar Haiku challenge #577

A Rose from St. Thérèse [naviarhaiku 577]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPED5wfsMl8
https://www.instagram.com/p/DFfYGohK3kj/

Pourquoi Le Benirais-je??

The elytion of the Umbraqel

Ｔ　Ｒ　Ａ　Ｍ　Ｐ　Ｅ　Ｌ　Ｆ　Â　Ｄ

is LCEEM

Laboratory for Contemporary Electronic Experimental Music [LCEEM]

rec.name: " Box 32 Time Capsule "
credit : plugdata, vst
date:09.04.2025
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtlooCHNoH4
https://www.youtube.com/@trampelfad

Dialog ew2212

self-foregetful

tameosen

Vortex

BZZZB is an  4 Members Experimental Kollektiv Noise Band 
From MKN/U.P.A and with MKN Vidz
All the recordings are live matter and one shot events
BZZZB is:
BzzzB N°1: One String Mysterious Machine/Effects
BzzzB N°2: Vibrator/Radio Sheet/Keyboards/Samples
BzzzB N°3: Noise box/Effects/Loops
BzzzB N°4: Oil can drum/Guitar/Flute/Basse/Loops

DEEP DIVE Part Two

BzzB

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