We play the machines, but the machines also play us. This we don’t deny like they do in conventional music. There the man is always considered superior to his machine, but this is not so. The machine should not only do slave work. We try to treat them as colleagues so they exchange energies with us.
“In a pit, among the garbage heaps, a woman who was really still a girl was poking at the ground. She was burying a biscuit tin containing six playing cards with a pin stuck through them, a piece of lodestone, the hearts of two doves, and a cameo of her seducer.“
Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui | On Elegance While Sleeping