H.L.t.t.c.l.o.l.f.p.f.t.s is a machine that collects heat/calories/energy to move in the game engine; the experience is a diatom field*, where each diatom is a word. The soundscape composition is binaural, ever-changing through interactivity. The poem is synthetic, a continuation of a poem written in response to the book "The Fire of Life: An Introduction to Animal energetics" by Max Kleiber.
Like a pulled tread the entire house has begun to unravel, in the best way possible.
Both fiancées, myself, the scent of freshwater, the algal puffs - each one of these forces, a data point longing for a narrative. Maybe the moment wanted to be perceived.