The hemispheres are separated, split up, become multiple and clashing. In a whisper, a breath that does not disclose that the most important parts. Colors become clear, splintering a merger that is like nothing else. This is especially so long as one remembers. At the edge of death, the brink of life, the brain is smart and sensual. Almost clever. A bombast while holding us to the neurons of a sick world but invigorating. A true story of memory and inspiration. As if the past could scare future still long. As if the legacy could not save the size of the representation of what is coming. An ode to life that whispers in his ear.
(Charlotte Gainsbourg - MRI - Because Music)
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