There’s a certain filmic quality to A Touch Of White—tempting to say Hecker-esque in its ability to access the consciousness, both filling and pulling fragments. Credit this to nearly an hour of static and shimmer that swells ever so slightly towards an end: some kind of great, hyper-suspended movement which eventually must crash. Flowers, sliding off that balcony, perhaps.

It’s the second in a series of soundscapes by artist Petar Alargic, who lives in Sremska Mitrovica, Serbia. Thanks to Magnatune for the introduction.