“How profound that mystery of the Invisible is! We cannot fathom it with our miserable senses, with our eyes which are unable to perceive what is either too small or too great, too near to, or too far from us; neither the inhabitants of a star nor of a drop of water... with our ears that deceive us, for they transmit to us the vibrations of the air in sonorous notes...” - Le Horla, Guy de Maupassant, 1887
Images without worlds, without edges. Floating landscapes, absorbed stares. We perceive the rustle of optical sounds: a white noise that blurs the other sounds. The spectator, numb, falls into an elsewhere at the gates of sleep.