How do things end up under the wing of a single name?
Wittgenstein suggests the idea of a strand composed of many overlapping filaments: “the strength of the thread does not reside in the fact that some one fibre runs through the whole length, but in the overlapping of many fibres†(Wittgenstein 1958)
The Echelon is a loud, pumping heart, an open, interior, everchanging structure in which every muscular fibre lives, dies, bleeds and regenerates for the unique purpouse of conducting blood to where it belongs. Music is the bleeding message distributed in an organism; that body, that life represents the world, our own mystical possibility of existence and, above all, our own undeniable limit.
