MADE IN CYLAND

The viewer is going through a long semi-dark corridor and suddenly right nearby somebody's breathing, heavy and powerful. It's the breathing of an invisible giant. Somewhat farther along, there are sighs of a sleeping child, easy and peaceful. Still farther, some old and, apparently, sick person is wheezing. The exiting viewer is accompanied by a deep sigh of relief. These sounds act as a reminder: We are here, we are always here, we are right next to you. Who are they, the invisible ones? Genii loci? Prisoners of an old fortress? Bogeymen, wood goblins, poltergeists? Inhabitants of our memory? An elementary audio recording awakens ancient animism in the soul of a modern person — everybody is alive; everything is alive.