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Flashforward

from Wurmenai by Serge Bulat

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The gun that never fired
Explosion that never happened
A conflict that never took place
An arrow that wasn’t shot
The seed of destruction, watered by the validating amount of your transaction
Whichever currency feeds the void
Reversing the plausible, gluing the broken, returning an old book to the library
Fall in love with a cloud of nothingness
And “nothing” happens
But the thought is still in the air
Still there
Until the mind tunes in

Zero is not the start
Zero Us is the result
The difference between the pause and action
Is in the amount of your transaction, your dedication, your precious input
The tricks you might or might not perform
Measured in hours and seconds of your precious state of awake
But are you awake? 
Who makes you, if you are not the maker?
And if you are the maker, why create "You"?

Will you wake up now?
Will you wake up then?
Will you wake up when?
Will you wake up thin? 
Here?
There?
Another “here”?
What do you see in there? 
Who do you see in there? 
Are you “there"?
Is “there” in you?
Is there someone else in the nowhere?
Do you exist?

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from Wurmenai, released March 31, 2020

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Serge Bulat New York, New York

Serge Bulat is a multi-disciplinary artist, hailing from the Moldovan-Ukrainian border town. After experiments with various art forms, immigrated to US.
Known for the IMA-winning LP Queuelbum, psychological installation Inkblot & the experimental game Wurroom.
In recent years traveled to 13 countries, collecting signature & disappearing sounds which are the basis for his sonic experimentations.
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