time to go outside and leave the snookeer table behind for the land of the South

3. Journey beyond the velvet green starkness in search of Krag's Rizla papers before returning home

Composed and performed by Matteo Mariano (2020) http://macrogramma.com
Original cover art by Riccardo Arena (2020) http://www.riccardoarena.org

A winter tune... snow falls gently at first. It begins to stratify together with winter memories, in a dramatic crescendo until it freezes, creating a permafrost of long gone pasts.

Asymphorodes Macrogramma

Cryogene

And she condensed all of her emotions into a ball of tinder, lit the match, and turned away from the blaze. Memories and feelings turned to ash. And in another second, she was surrounded by mirrors depicting every possible version of herself. A bat raised over her head, brought down with a smash, over and over, until all that remained were two mirrors, one showing her bloodied face and shredded clothes, shards of mirror, shards of the pieces of herself, jutting from the slashes and lying in a crystalline mess in all directions. [Time measuring devices, a series of numbers getting larger and larger, a pile of sand pouring off the surface of the earth to count the stars, grain by grain.] The final mirror shows no reflection. It shows her imminent non-existence. Bat dropped, bent in full force, anticipation of the burst, until contact with the mirror does not yield a smash but a flash, and the world of blood and glass has passed. She stands on nothing, with no up and no down, so gone she's not even naked. Ethereal spiderweb where time and space have fallen away, a tendriled non-being that doesn't exist, but there she is, so she has being. She drips in her dissonance from one universal bloodstream into a pool of other fragile tendrils, loosely clinging to their identities and their completeness. But even their totality must be divided, feeding themselves to the cannibalistic attraction of conformity and absorption. She dives in, or rather is spliced into the mass, like fibers of a rope. Unlike rope, supertemporal ghosts cannot be bound in place and do not fray from the friction of entwining and unentwining. Her pieces easily become lost in the sea of existence.

arbitrary intentions

Ambient#004

New album "9 minutes" release, I hope this helps your life.
Please listen to this album when you have the time,
Thank you.

9 minutes

Chapter 4 〜album "9 minutes"〜

After a year, the start of the second decade of the twentieth first century, chaotic, hopeless with selfish, month-centric individualism, I just feel like screaming on top of a mountain......COME ON !...

Come on!

Come On !

Pantoclast + R.S.Stropharia - Deep Space Rising (Collab With Loren Emmerich Production)

The Abraxas

The Ocean - P a b l o | muterial

真夜中のダンス / Midnight Dance

Boson Spin - Evening Bliss [part 2]

astral fish
swim
astral seas
in search of
astral shores
(where water isnt taxed)

Featuring musicians & artists involved with:

https://soundcloud.com/first-earth-records

firstearthrecords@gmail.com

3. Journey beyond the velvet green starkness in search of Krag's Rizla papers before returning home

Akashic Fish