I threw myself into opening up before the world, to getting to know new people, following a genuine, truthful and deep impulse. And I survived the process (who would have told me a few years ago…). Of the chromatic opulence found in earlier compositions there is nothing left, on the other hand. The beat moves … Continue reading Technoo 80
Do you remember your quarantine? Of course you do. I remember mine. Each day blurred with the day before and with the day after, and with the day after that. Here too I find no tonal hierarchy. Or just perhaps that which, as one might superficially expect, is often established by the elementary procedure of … Continue reading Technoo 100
Distances have shortened, times have accelerated and our demands in this regard have sharpened. Multiplied cultural stimuli flash through our memory with little effort, blurred into amorphous balls of noise. Some of us, from time to time, seek refuge or consolidate the resulting sensory fog –we do not always pursue the same goals– wherever the … Continue reading Technoo 140
First, I compose. I design. I draw, on a very small scale. The different lines, independent but ideally interrelated, ascend, descend, advance, recede, color, darken, relieve, distress, in the quest for broader, multidimensional forms. Or not necessarily broad, but still multidimensional. I prefer to take the latter as the seminal attribute of interest and, having … Continue reading Technoo 120
Here goes, more twisted, dirty, out-of-tune and mushy music. :3 Continue reading Multiple Technoo and Its Broken Spizs These Ain’t
“Gibberish holds the sweet madness imbued with the nuances with the sparks of mortal minds, speaking in a symphony of mortal minds, speaking in the boundaries of thought. It is and reflect of paradoxes and reflections, a fusion of paradoxes answers sonnets in a sea of cosmic tapestry. Adrift in this ethere magic and darkness … Continue reading An End
It is intoxicating. These rosy fumes… Two phases merge, quickly bloom, but soon repent and split again. Doomed for days, months, and years, collectively they speak. Drink up, immature grownups. Continue reading An Oddity
Golden nectar under molten air, I’ve lost all control over my desire for you. I now need you more than ever. Self-contained feelings cloud; opposing I’ve found translucent love. Behind closed eyelids your absence burns, and all that once mattered threatens to violently dissolve with each passing day ever since we chose to part ways. … Continue reading A Haze
“Cosmic lithium, the ethereal essence of the boundless universe, dances with the sparks of a middle love philosophy, intertwining into a mystical symphony of nebulous emotions. Gibberish echoes through the cosmic tapestry, a language born beyond the comprehension of mortal minds, speaking in riddles stitched with threads of celestial whimsy. In this ethereal realm, love … Continue reading A Middle
Past events don’t matter much anymore. Disappointing anecdotes are never to be told again. And so we melt, and into a puddle of words we are forever gone. Rise and shine, above vertical shorelines. Continue reading An Afterthought
cosmic lithium :) 