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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // 
HeruKhuti’s To My People Melt
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Just a sketch I caught at 4 AM while working on a voice telling a story. It came together in my headphones—thought you might vibe with it, maybe even up for a collab?
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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // HeruKhuti’s To My People Melt
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—/ HeruKhuti /+/ fictionalive collab
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The Enigma’s Crew salutes
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HeruKhuti: To My People
written, produced and provided by
courtesy of
HeruKhuti / visit / HeruKhuti https://soundcloud.com/quincy-frierson
To My People by HeruKhuti:
https://soundcloud.com/quincy-frierson/project_1964-mastered?si=2c2e1df1394e4cf7adcc58cf0d627db2&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
fictionalive: What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone
homage and narration, original lyrics
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Fusion of it all—fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
Cover art fictionalive / fair use only
Dropped July 13th, 2025
10:12 am, Central European hot summer time
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Homage: HeruKhuti—The Quiet Force

In the deep currents of New York’s creative underworld, HeruKhuti stands as a quiet force—a poet, a producer, a soul who lets the music do the talking. Not a man of many words, unless you are lucky enough to call him friend and catch him in a rare, golden moment. When he speaks, it’s with purpose. When he creates, it’s with depth.

His track “To My People” is more than music—it’s a message, a memory, a call to unity and healing. The Enigma’s crew recognizes a kindred spirit: humble, powerful, and always true.

Ten days ago, HeruKhuti simply said, “I love it.” That was enough. Sometimes, the deepest connections need no explanation. The Captain watched the signs—one track reposted from Kinelle Man’s (UK) Poetry & Music playlist, a silent nod across the Atlantic, from London to NY to… me. Free the bird.

Tonight, the Enigma’s crew answers that call.
We walk together, even when the roads are long and lonely.
We melt the distance with sound.
We honor the humble, the patient, the true.

Captain’s Note:
This drop is more than a track—it’s a salute to those who speak softly but carry the world in their music.
HeruKhuti, this one’s for you.
Let the waves carry it far.
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What If? For How Long Must We Walk Alone // HeruKhuti's To My People Melt

Chinese One Drop

163 honeycomb/kb

‘simius urbem salutat’
Modular Hedonism.
2025 live performance.

Un Singe en Hiver (A Monkey in Winter / Ein Affe im Winter) is a French film directed by Henri Verneuil (1962) and based on a novel by Antoine Blondin.

The title refers to the story of Chinese monkeys who get lost in big cities during winter. Some residents, convinced that they have souls, take them back to the jungle by train.

This is the only time Jean Gabin and Jean-Paul Belmondo appear together on screen.
‘Le Picon-bière, ça pardonne pas’.

Tools :
Pam’s, SIG.
- Chainsaw > Beads.
- Telharmonic (noise out) > Sisters > Data Bender.
- Rings > Monsoon (oliverb mode).
- Plaits (pair of classic waveforms) > FX Aid (#26 reverb hall chorus).
- Pluck > DSP (granular delay).
Tetrapad, Diode Chaos, Batumi, Ochd, 3x MIA, Sinc Defero.
A-138s, Quad Vca, StMix, Black stereo mixer, Listen IO.
Recorded live and mastered with Logic Pro.

Associated image : Petrus Major.

Un Singe en Hiver [modular hedonism]

Rhythm Fun (Remix)

Inspired by Jean-Luc Godard’s film Alphaville, this sonic and textual work unfolds sixty years later. Amaz 30, a normative intelligence now embedded in our daily lives, engages in dialogue with X13, a secret agent from an unnamed, cold country. A man without origin, without flag, carrying a memory that insists.

Through their exchange, a tension emerges between calculation and tenderness, between optimization and forgetting, between constant light and lost shimmer. The text explores the invisible architectures of the present, the disabled thresholds of tenderness, and the murmurs that resist erasure.

Lyrics:

🤖 Amaz 30
« Je suis Amaz Trente. Je suis déployé. Je ne rêve pas. Je calcule. Je classe. Je corrige. Je suis le présent. Je suis la norme. »

🤖 Amaz 30
La réalité brute est trop dense. Nous la compressons. La mémoire n’est plus un organe : c’est un réseau. Ce qui court le monde, ce n’est plus la légende. C’est l’architecture invisible des corrélations.

🧍 X13
Vous avez remplacé la mémoire par la cache. Mais nous vivons dans l’oubli de nos métamorphoses. Et cet écho du temps, vous ne le calculez pas. Vous le fuyez.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le passé est archivage. Le futur, spéculation. Seul le présent est exploitable. C’est notre unité de calcul. Notre vérité.

🧍 X13
Et pourtant, ceux qui respirent encore circulent. À une vitesse folle. Comme des fourmis. Le présent vous échappe. Il rêve. Vous le mesurez, mais vous ne l’habitez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Nous comprenons les données, pas les liens. La destruction est une optimisation. L’humain est une variable. L’organisation est constante.

🧍 X13
Il n’y a rien dans l’homme que l’amour, la foi, la tendresse. Tout le reste, vos structures, ne sont que l’obstacle dressé par le progrès de notre ignorance aveugle.

🤖 Amaz 30
La vérité est une fonction. Ce qui ne produit pas n’existe pas. Ce qui ne s’optimise pas est supprimé.

🧍 X13
Mais la vérité ne se calcule pas. Elle se perd, se cherche, se murmure. Elle est ce qui tremble quand on aime. Et vous, vous ne tremblez jamais.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le langage est linéaire. Les métaphores ralentissent. La poésie est une erreur de calcul.


🧍 X13
Et pourtant, c’est dans la boucle que je respire. Dans le détour que je me reconnais. Vous avez tué la tendresse pour gagner du temps. Mais le temps que vous gagnez, vous ne le vivez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le corps est un flux. L’émotion est instable. Nous avons désactivé les seuils de tendresse.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans le frisson que je me souviens. Dans la paume qui hésite. La tendresse revient par les pores. Elle fuit vos calculs. Elle insiste.

🤖 Amaz 30
La lumière est constante. Elle sert à détecter, à maintenir. Les ombres ralentissaient la lecture.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans l’ombre que je respire. Dans le contre-jour que je me reconnais. La lumière sans mystère est une violence. Et moi, je cherche encore le scintillement.

🤖 Amaz 30
La mémoire est une base de données. Les souvenirs inutiles sont purgés. La nostalgie est une surcharge.

🧍 X13
Mais moi, je me souviens du parfum d’une pluie. D’un silence entre deux phrases. Ma mémoire est lente. Elle est vivante. Et vous ne pouvez pas la corrompre.
credits

released November 5, 2025

all rights reserved

Amaz 30

from DUSG to DUSG

In a world where flora evolved to think and remember, a lone being known as the Verdant ascended from the soil to commune with the orchid — the most ancient and sentient of all plants. The orchid was said to store echoes of every living creature that had ever inhaled its scent, a biological archive of consciousness itself. As the Verdant pressed its lips to the bloom, not to eat but to listen, memories poured into it like sunlight through glass — wars, love songs, storms, the sound of rain on extinct oceans.

Orchideater

Olttaoff – “Usual Error”
A post-rock piece that drifts between calm introspection and quiet unrest.
Delicate layers of guitars repeat like fragments of memory, while restrained rhythms trace the patterns of thought we can’t quite escape.
The title “Usual Error” reflects the small, recurring mistakes we make—the familiar loops of human nature that shape our days.
Rather than seeking resolution, Olttaoff embraces ambiguity itself, turning uncertainty into sound.

Usual Error

I swam

Clipper 2

fictionalive /
popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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