At dawn, I was standing in front of nothing but a dead landscape;
"Abendrot", I thought, and it would mean not the colour of the sky, but the vortex-like state of my consciousness...
It would be a meme looping around the empty spaces among my neurons. It's when quantum resonance occured in the synaptic field, the place without seperation...
Like a sleepy shadow crawling through the katakombs of time it was discovering bubbling life around the vast field.
A minotaur's lair showed up in the proximity.The minotaur itself, was just building a labyrinth, a garden of forking paths, leading straight towards the ocean.
Unaware of that, a dreaming seahorse was floating above it. For an instant I myself dreamt of floating weithless in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by timewaves...
Passing through that imagination, my liquid mind grasped a star just starting to twinkle above the Nubian sunset.
It was glimmering in such a way as if it were emitting not light, but brainwaves, tiny particles of cosmic information.
Suddenly my spiralling soul came to the conclusion that as each clock needs a clockmaker, so does every natural phenomenon need an intelligent designer; he must be sleeping though,I reflected, otherwise he wouldn't let me now that...
Setting out into the caverns of time was something always worth doing; actually I was just thinking, associating the inevitable memloops resonating around the cosmic mirror.
Then I remembered you. Had I lost you? Who were you actually?
You were my body, and I'm still your memory...longing for silence...
[публикувано на 2009-12-15]
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Artmospheric Sessions #15 - Memoide - Acoustic Drops of Mist (part 1)
