It is a science fiction work that takes place in a not-so-distant future, probable the present for many, in which we all exist at a pace so extreme that it does not allow us to feel, think, appreciate a moment… it does not allow us to live. We are machines that are self-programmed to produce and consume. Nature is merely a memory, blurry and confusing images that you can only evoke with your mind, once in a lifetime if you are lucky. The main character of this work: a meta-cello with an identity crisis. For a moment, he escapes from the routine; he opens his eyes and realizes that he exists, here and now. He has no idea what he is or how he got to that moment. Where did time go?
Not wanting to think any longer, he takes advantage of the fugue to explore himself. Different gestures appear all around him. Cold, distant sketches of a distorted mirror. Suddenly something starts to respond to him; every time he makes a sound, another one imitates him. Little by little he will create a conversation generating a cosmos of sounds that will lead him to that unreachable moment of clarity.
But, is this real? Or is it happening in his mind? Is this happening now? Or did it never happen? When was the last time you had a moment of clarity? When was the last time you realized you exist?
>Aldo Lombera [méxico] /original idea & sound composition