The first trees trembled with constant little oscillations, junctions -disjunctions. A red light started blinking, half-buried in the snow. Deep in the Siberian forest, in the middle of the night, a girl with a Morse key, was running a shortwave transmitter off a diesel generator, sending messages toward the ionosphere.
Her hands moved closer together, without touching. The pulsations became almost innumerable, incredibly elongated, hollowed out in the middle, like little pinnacles, but she knew that someone, thousands of miles away, would decipher her message. In a dimly lit hotel room, in a subterranean vault, he would build the bridges, channel the frequencies. Forming, unforming, and re-forming the lines, the waves, and the words."
1 - Opening Triangulated
2 - The Mask Of A Peson Who No Longer Listens
3 - Trypophobia / Legs Wide Open
4 - Formed, Unformed, Re-Formed
5 - Lines Of Dismemberment
6 - Undecipherable Eyes, Protected From The Sunlight
7 - One Way Voice Link
8 - Kiss In The Neck / Reversed Reflex
9 - Fissure / Methedrin
10 - Ionosphere
11 - Oubliettes / The Circuit Is Closed