Time: you can think of it as a large plain, a long sausage, as a beginning to an end. But it could just as well be a moment, a tick, a drop. Infinitely repeated, distorted, stretched. It's the same at its core, it's completely different at its core. As I am not you, you are not me. As I am you, you are me. Not me, not you. Me you.

Inspired by our friend Eefje of the podcast 'Vonken in het Donker'.

It was not that I was upset while travelling to the west on my latest model carpet what I purchased not half an hour ago from a boutique. It was more that my morale was broken by a confrontation with the pack. A sense of liberty was missing, I felt a loss of protection. When passing the border, the guy who asked me for identification looked at me as if I were something extraterrestrial. I was ready for something revolutionary. Whatever.

Words like violence come to talk with me again. In restless dreams vows are spoken, people talking piercing right through me. Words are very softly creeping. Take my arms, here in my arms. They are very unnecessary, planted in my brain. In the naked light, they can only do harm. Enjoy the silence, the sound of silence.

With the advent of electric vehicles, the sounds of our roads will change drastically. This is to raise an aural statue for the road sounds that are so familiar for our generation and the generations that preceded us. These sounds are firmly anchored in the collective consciousness of those born in the twentieth century, and the first decades of the twenty-first. This aural statue is for future generations, born after electrification and hydrogenation brought the era of combustion engines to an end. When their children will ask us how our world sounded like, this statue may serve as a starting point.

"Van halen" in Dutch means that you order someone to pick up the truck. Germans would say: "Hol schon mal den Wagen". Unfortunately, it was Eddie who had been assigned way too early by our dear Lord to be 'gehaald'. This episode of Audio Panorama is dedicated to Edward Lodewijk van Halen (1955-2020).

We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves. ― Marquis de Sade, Aline et Valcour 

We come from it, it goes into us and, not much later, it leaves us again. It falls on us, we fall into it. It is our life, for some it is death. We start in it, we float in it on a sunny day. A simple molecule, two ingredients: two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen. So simple, so essential, so often overlooked.

Imagine an entrance hall, corridor, a vestibule, as in a public building. Or a large public room, a hall adjacent to a legislative chamber.

As the ostrich when pursued hideth his head, but forgetteth his body;

Time is like an ocean. Waves move up, waves move down. It is unclear when they will reach the coast. And which wave is it anyway that rolls over the beach? Suddenly there is that wave that turns out to be a carrier of a bottle. A bottle with a message...