Wobblehaft

A few oddkin, all sensitized and soft, wade and wobble through a place where edges are warbling into vibrations. Urges and desires surge through them causing uproars of unnamed emotions. They drink the soup with scary, banal, goofy and delightful flavors and find space to pass through confusions and to tune into subtle tremblings.

-- a walk through Anita-Berber-Park with shifting guides, gestures, dancing objects, wind instruments, electronic sounds, tuning forks

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