This little piece begins a little relaxed and ends a little wild. It’s a little fellow, running at you from across an integrated circuit, steering data into text. It’s got ambient notions; it’s got automatic arpeggiations; it’s got mixed-up signals and skids crunched and shuffled together; it’s got rhythm; it’s got digested insects… “who could ask for anything more?”
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