In your own time, tingalong, tingalong, Who’s been here since I’ve been gone? YOU. You are here listening to this voice.
Tingalong is the voice of a hybrid body: a plugged-in female tentacular fish. With her pointing breast, she shows us the direction to follow.
Tingalong. This voice is ready to take you on a trip. She is seated by your side on the train, swimming between the seats, the coaches, the bags and the travellers’ bodies. Seated by your side, whispering in your ear, she took a liking in you. She wants to take you in and out of your body, in and out of the train, and swim with you to new hybridities. She wants to invite you to enter the bodies of your fellow travellers, to become a tree, a seat, a
window, a landscape, to head to new countries in your mind, where frontiers are non-existent.
Do look up! Near the Brussels-South Station, a replica of this being is on display, high up, mounted on a monumental tower next to the train tracks.
LISTEN TO ME ON THE TRAIN
I AM THIS VOICE
Credits
A sound piece by: Roman Hiele, Laure Prouvost
With tentacular recording by: Paloma Bouhana and Fran Hawker
Holding tentacles: Mona Pouillon, Fran Hawker
Click tentacle: Dóra Benyó