The earliest transmissions, these geet lodge in the pre-conscious strata, outlining the boundaries of self before the architect of ego takes hold. What remains is a raw, unmediated self-perception, a fluid identity unburdened by post-ideological anxieties, yet subtly inscribed with the cultural codes of a future that awaits. It is the echo of belonging, before belonging requires a performance, a pure resonance against the coming din of market-driven identity.

Sonic gestures here are often cyclical, refusing the linear progression of narrative or emotional arc. Melodies loop and repeat, rhythms stammer with simple, insistent pulses, and voices often squeak or chant with unpolished abandon. The abrupt shifts in topic or logic mirror the child's unbound imagination, creating a texture of joyful chaos that resists the imposition of adult structure, yet paradoxically, lays its foundations.

The earliest transmissions, these geet lodge in the pre-conscious strata, outlining the boundaries of self before the architect of ego takes hold. What remains is a raw, unmediated self-perception, a fluid identity unburdened by post-ideological anxieties, yet subtly inscribed with the cultural codes of a future that awaits. It is the echo of belonging, before belonging requires a performance, a pure resonance against the coming din of market-driven identity.

Sonic gestures here are often cyclical, refusing the linear progression of narrative or emotional arc. Melodies loop and repeat, rhythms stammer with simple, insistent pulses, and voices often squeak or chant with unpolished abandon. The abrupt shifts in topic or logic mirror the child's unbound imagination, creating a texture of joyful chaos that resists the imposition of adult structure, yet paradoxically, lays its foundations.