...and once again this ever-recurring question: the question of what is to be found at the intersection between past and future, in a now where each moment passes into another now, passes into an extended fluid present where the division between past and future disappears, and everything happens at the same time, simultaneously, in an extended space of time where chronology loses its overshadowing presence, and a non-chronological world of sounds appears, despite and because of the underlying mechanisms and time machines, all ticking relentlessly - all these polyphonic clockworks holding everything together, so that the dialogue between linear and non-linear never ceases, and whatever is, both was and constantly becomes, and can thus bear the weight of unforeseen events, of all the ruptures, which only appear to be ruptures, of changes which happen so suddenly that their contexts disappear, and the calculable becomes incalculable - and vise versa - but without breaking down: moving on and on with firm resolve, as if possessing an inner principle, a force of growth, which holds everything together, developing and transforming,  seeking to repeat itself yet never doing so, slowly hastening further on, until all possibliities are exhausted... 

Tempura Mutantur:  ICTUS
(for 6 slagverkere, 1997)