The Atoms of Reality is an attempt at creating a wordless poem. At the root of it lies an original text, which is not disclosed in the final work, becoming the invisible scaffold structuring the shape and texture of the audiovisual fabric.
It was like a dream, filled with grave perfumes, with limpidity and sensuous chimes. A misplaced device in a turbid instant where the mechanisms of humility ring out. A crack obscurely revealing the entrails of nothingness. The memory of surfaces hit by translucent instruments. A well where the atoms of reality loudly dissolve. It was like a dream, filled with grave perfumes.—Marco Joubert