Echoes of the Upper World

At that time in Athens, people had just thrown their drachmas into the past and were dreaming of a future with European fairies and green suns. In a working meadow of endless terragons, behind neat offices and freshly painted cheeks, two teenage speakers were singing a poem by Logic Bomb. The traveler PoEt, a graphic designer by profession, immediately distinguished the sweet Scandinavian lyrics through the rustling of the wind and headed towards the spot as if listening to the Sirens of the Odyssey. To his great surprise, he met an entity named Argy Echosense who may have looked like a graphic designer but was actually a creator of texts and digital video performances in Matrix evening hours. Their acquaintance went through 40 waves, 82 plains, 6,322 clouds, 12,674 lightning strikes and was harmonized when they both met Kosta Pieces at the Dice Radio radio station. This Saturday they will share with you images and sounds from the future but they will not forget to recall some dreams from yesterday.