You walk and the ghost of your presence remains in the space you move. You hunt you.
Only when you take a break - maybe because you sensed the window and its delicate soundtrack - you can hear the silence of contemplation.
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Contact mics placed in the floor take the sound of your steps and transmit it with 2 seconds of delay to a speaker further in front. When you arrive there the memory of your pase in the past is now next to you.

From inside the furniture that hide the heaters underneath the window, the possible imaginary sound of the leaves plays discretely. You will only perceive it properly if you stop walking - listening your own sound.

Youhuntyou and the silence of contemplation

Djuna Lund Llopis