I fear that the digital sound
has come to seduce our ears,
but it makes no difference to me.
I’m immune to such perfume.
I suspect that I like defects.
It doesn’t matter if there are
sequences of disturbed oscillations
filled with dirty frequencies.
Biological noise reduction – unlogical joy.
My Dolby-disease conspires with
my built in audio-converter.
They change the sounds a million times
and turn them into perfection.
Unproduced ideals are better than well-shaped nothing.
