Synopsis
‘A summer afternoon in the hills, three young men and an old tape recorder. Distant, unrecognisable sounds, shadowy presences and frequency modulations. Human words, sounds of the cosmos, notes of freshness. What remains of our passing? A trail of colour, perhaps, a glimpse of night, a stream of dreams’ (Erik Negro).
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