Mrs. lunacy is nibbling about, and it fell down on me this time round. you see, i prompt these strings onto frenetic vibrations, and they only yield but short-lengthy waves of unsound sound, floundering melodic bits, awkwardly darting across the space. i was left alone, only to resort on these imperfect loops of increasing complexity, a fine line between experimentalism and excruciating noise. can you hear me? what do you think? oh vacant seats. anyone to play musical chairs? music on, free seats, audience, eihhh.. where’s the scrabbling? yesterday only few seemed to know about the pleasures of seating on the ground. had it morphed overnight and I would be under much awe. i am squeezed in between 1/3 of a second, that’s it.
Pedro Campos is the photographer who will join 
you every thursday at lundagard.net with his photo column.
He is studying human ecology at Lund university, and has previously exhibited works in Lisbon, Braga and Trbovlje (Slovenia).
