Aphex Twin - Blue Calx [Slowed Down, 84%  Longer]

too late to be sane

(dispersed signal) versions fragment the original material through granular time-warping, scattering its rhythmic core into drifting pulses and textured echoes. Like a fading transmission from deep space, these pieces unravel slowly, leaving behind only traces of their origin.

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Suspended Glimpse (dispersed signal)

let it go

Same words, different world.

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?

I remember the silence (rework)

I left the apartment. not because I had anywhere to go, but because I couldn’t breathe in it anymore. The walls were too familiar, the silence too personal. Out on the street, at least the stink of gasoline and strangers’ curses gave the illusion that something was still happening , that the world hadn’t completely died.

Though maybe it had. Maybe it’s just lying there, rotting quietly, and we’re all just worms with cigarettes in our teeth and traces of lost time carved into our foreheads.
 
At a café that never smelled like coffee, I sat by the window to watch other people move. Life was always somewhere else. Women passed by with dead eyes, and men who looked like they’d lost something they didn’t even know how to name.

There was a letter in my pocket. I hadn’t opened it. Not because I was afraid. I already knew what it said. 

I was tired of myself. Not even the suffering, it had long since dulled, but that thick, oily emptiness that spills out of you when you don’t even have the strength to long for anything anymore.

I wanted to go home, but there was no home. I wanted to sleep in arms I’d never known. Maybe this is someone else’s dream, someone sleeping peacefully while I drown.

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Moments fade, memories shift — “it’s never the same” by instagram.com/ambientbyID10 x instagram.com/lunnorr captures the beauty of change through atmospheric ambient textures and quiet emotion.

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ID10 x Lunor - it's never the same (sped up)

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🎧 Music for:
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#ambient #drone #granular #spacemusic #sleepmusic #darkambient #soundscape

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