Korridorium

♫ Soft-spo­ken Druthers ♫

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I enter the cor­ri­dor as if in slow motion, savor­ing it with closed eye­lids, fully focused on the sounds pour­ing from my head­phones into my ears, evok­ing strange shapes and col­ors on my reti­nas. If I open my eyes now, I will see exactly that cor­ri­dor in front of me—the one the musi­cal pro­gres­sions shape and cre­ate. It is, time and again, an excit­ing adven­ture, wher­ever the sounds carry me.

With deli­cious slow­ness, I lift my eye­lids, and indeed!