Continuum

Dirty Circut (Life Without ERF)

The Forest 2022

A simple track I wrote while on a plane trip

Always Losing But Happy To Gain More Than Most

Move On

Awaken Waiting

Midnight Bounce

Chapter 1: Sometimes you are not where you think you are.

Just thinking where my drone was. Alas, I remember I had not bought it yet. Still waiting for John-E to bring by some time slots for me to jump to next week so I can buy it back. Three days was the evening since I had been forward to future. I'm lucky you know, to have the skills to hack into the labs for speos so I charge the platform to travel. I must find a better way. Maybe a month ago would be a good time to try. 
Often, I remember just how things get started. This time was different. So many feelings of distrust flow through my mind. Although I know where I am, I know not who I am now. After betraying a good friend to save the life of a family member, I hate the choice I made. 
Here I was on a star base outside of noropia. It has been 2 earth days since I slept last.  My sister Natiroa was just joining a conservative faction known as the Asaya. Time travelers with the sole intention to stop time travel to begin with. Time travel was invented by Ron Faru, in 3291AD. Very controversial at the time. That soon changed as political factions soon started to change the very reality of what was known.  Immoral leaders were gaining pollical office by the means of changing the past. We enter a new existence where the wealthy could make new realities based on their will. Meanwhile the Asaya grew out of the need to balance this injustice. But with all things there were many gray areas. Not all in power sought to destroy the past regardless of the consequences. 
So much for science being used for the better of all mankind.

OffWorldFuture-Final

Dream is Gone

Wrong turn out right is an instrumental i wrote back in 2002.  

Wrong Turn Out Right

This moment in time. All rights for sale. 

This moment in time

Written at boring party in 2003. you guess it, it was 3am. I only had laptop. No headphones.

I was shaped by places and seasons, by the machinery of time and the weight of memory.
But the only language that ever fit was music.
My work is an attempt to bottle what slips through the hands—
the pulse before a thought, the ache after a moment passes.
I create songs as artifacts,
proving that some part of me stays when everything else fades.

Continuum

Asher Griffis