"can you find me among the scraps of dark
skeletons of silence echoes of sparks
broken things cloaked in dreams
i can't find my way, find my way home"

Please visit 
https://soundcloud.com/wildsilencez to find poetry and a voice fo lose yourself in

words and vocal: Indii 
music: nick
pic:interest

Among the scraps of dark - Wildsilences and Nicholas Ridiculous

"Viendo Inmensidad Donde Aullan Montañas"

V.I.D.A.M

V.I.D.A.M.

Mood Exhibit - Toaster

Unspooling on the Princess Path

Recording sessions from 21/04/2024 - 06/05/2024
3 tracks MOOG Modular V2 (vst Arturia),
2 tracks Sémantic Daniélou-53 (vst-UVI-Microtonal Instrument),
www.semantic-danielou.com/fr/ - 🇫🇷 🇬🇧
Without forgetting nature and birds... and vehicles... 
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,   Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
- #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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Fierce Freedom

Fierce Freedom - Guarantee without AI - ❤️🕊️🙏

June 2, 2024
I created this track partly with an AI

WHITE WHITE

a live Buchla Music Easel improv on Memorial Day 2024 for my cousin Billy d. 1966, Vietnam

For Billy

[disquiet0649] Concertino

This is my newest song it's really basic but I had a blast with it

Shoreside.exe

4.9.1

I have, for the sake of clarity (though clarity is precisely what continues to elude me), begun keeping a list , no, not a list, that implies completion , a ledger of every conversation that might have meant something. Every glance. Every pause too long or too short.
Because surely meaning must hide in ratios: the seconds she lingered before saying my name versus the average time in which one says any name. There must be a pattern. There must be.
Yesterday, I rechecked my old notebooks, the ones from before we met. I thought perhaps I could triangulate who I was then, before her laughter started echoing in the kitchen tiles. There’s something about the sound there , the acoustics, yes, but also the way it reverberates longer than it should, as though even the walls are reluctant to let her go.
I counted the echoes once. Seven. Always seven. Except on Sundays, when it’s six. I haven’t found the cause. Maybe humidity. Maybe sorrow.
Lately, I’ve been breaking things down , not destroying, but dividing. Every recollection into smaller elements: tone, phrasing, breath, light. I separate the gesture from the word, the word from the silence that followed it. If I can understand the parts, perhaps the whole will reveal itself. But the pieces multiply faster than I can name them, and I lose track of which belonged to which moment.
When she left, she said it wasn’t about me, which of course means it was, though possibly in the way that gravity is about the apple , a constant force unchosen by either party. Still, I wrote it down: Not about you. I circled it seventeen times. That should make it true, or at least symmetrical.
It’s funny , or rather, it should be funny , how much time one can spend arranging memories by weight, like stones. Some sink faster than others. Some refuse to drown.
I keep thinking if I could chart everything , the sequence of words, the slope of her handwriting, the moment the air first changed its tone , I’d find the exact second life slipped from living to remembering.
But every night, as I go over the data, the columns, the charts, I end up where I began: staring at the empty margin, wondering what to label it.
Because that’s where she still exists. In the margin. Between what was said and what might have been meant.


Breaking down

I make music on here, that's all. Thanks for checking out my stuff! 

Dropped a new album check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsQFDKlVH4E

Also in the off chance you care, profile banner is me crowd surfing at a Darkest Hour concert! They are a very sick band that's influence a lot of my song writing (along with various other bands)! You should check them out when you have a chance lol (Undoing Ruin is PEAK imo)

Shoreside.exe

L.T.T.F