Gertrude Stein Remix

In the space there are markings, on the land there is mystery, in the moment there is uncertainty, in the future there is sound. In the future there is sound. In sound anything is critical, in sound anything is stacked, in sound there is a 'tap tap tap', in sound there is reality, in sound there is the ego and where original means are lost. All the measurements have evil and all the tellings have grey tones and all the fuzziness is vivid. This makes the unknown.