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The Horse Walks Backwards is not just an album, it’s a psychological journey, a sonic map of the inner terrain.

It begins with a declaration: the soul is not contained within the body. From there, the listener is drawn into a reversed dreamscape, where light folds into shadow, memory becomes mechanism, and silence begins to tremble.

The horse, a symbol of motion, instinct, and power, walks backwards. Not to escape, but to return. To confront what was left behind.
Glacial textures, inverted rhythms, spoken word, and ambient layers trace the contours of desire, fear, fragility, and transformation. The music explores resistance and the final remnant of human consciousness in a world of machines.

Fear is not always danger. Sometimes, it is a doorway. This album walks toward it. The Horse Walks Backwards is an elegy for invisible forces. A meditation on the ache we never show. A reminder that healing begins where we dare to look.

🙏🏻

The Horse Walks Backwards

Music made with Korg Volca Sample,  Volca Key and Pocket Operator PO-35 Speak

You can watch the clip here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0buhkOI0dnY

Sample quote (PO-35) :
“My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.”
― Jim Carrey

My Soul Is Not Contained Within The Limit Of My Body

Inspire by the Final Speech from The Great Dictator

We think too much, and feel too little
More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness
We think too much, and feel too little
More than machinery, we need humanity
Greed has poisoned men's souls

We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little

Let go, breathe deep, in the crisp, cool air, Autumn's lesson: be here, be aware.

Autumn's Descent

Cover: The juxtaposition of cute and eerie elements beautifully captured by the artistic talent of my daughter! Happy Halloween to everybody!

Cute Darkness

La beauté est liée à la mort car elle, comme toute chose, ne peut pas durer et nous échappe. Plus on s’attache à la beauté, plus l’arrachement est poignant lorsqu’elle disparaît. L’attachement à la beauté et la douleur de sa perte sont inhérents à sa nature.

Beauty is linked to death because it, like everything else, cannot last and escapes us. 
The more we become attached to beauty, the more poignant the detachment when it disappears. Attachment to beauty and the pain of its loss are inherent to its nature.

Référence: Cinq méditations sur la mort de François Cheng


Fragilité

This is the devellopment of January Dream - La Main. Drawing inspiration from a dream of a hand stretching to its limits in a bid to reach the unreachable, only to grow increasingly weak. Ultimately, the hand closes to recuperate its strength.

La Main - L'Élégance Fragile de la Force Cachée

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kny4Ak1iFBA
Dans le théâtre des ombres, un être de mystère se dévoile. Un hibou, gardien des secrets nocturnes, se perche dans un silence sacré. Ses plumes, d'un bleu profond comme les abysses, captent la lumière spectrale de la lune. Un œil, fenêtre de l'âme, s'ouvre sur l'infini, tandis que l'autre, voile de l'inconscient, demeure scellé. Ce rapace, messager des dieux, guide les âmes égarées vers la source de la connaissance. Au crépuscule, le village s'éveille sous un voile de saphir. Une lumière étrange, née de l'éther, nimbe l'horizon. L'esprit cherche, questionne l'origine de cette clarté céleste. Une voix intérieure, écho de l'univers, murmure : "Elle émane de la Source." "Quelle est la nature de cette Source ?", demande l'âme en quête de vérité. "Elle est l'essence de l'intuition", répond la voix, porteuse de sagesse et de paix. Le souvenir du hibou ressurgit, tel un éclair de lucidité. "Mais le hibou n'est-il pas l'intuition elle-même ?", s'interroge l'esprit. La Source, dans un sourire énigmatique, révèle : "Le hibou est le reflet de la lumière de la Source. Celui qui le contemple découvre le chemin vers la vérité."

À la recherche de L’intuition

RootWave Grounded

Lyrics: 
Wanting, Desire, and Drift
A drive that wears a thousand faces, hiding in a glance, a night, a glass.
Always searching, always on the edge, like a hand grasping without ever holding.
The skin absorbs. The body swallows. But never digests.
It is no longer a choice. It is a mechanism. Something moves beneath the skin, a shiver becoming structure, a memory turning to flesh.
We build walls around the unseen, we shape rules to mask instinct. And yet, the gears are already turning.
A form in the blind spot. A sentence spoken before being thought. An unfamiliar taste on the tongue, as if someone had decided before us.
Because thirst never disappears— it transforms. Into other gestures. Into other skins. Into other excesses.
We think we choose. We think we refuse. But it’s already done.

The Skin

Another dream. This time, no words. “She Emerges” unfolds in imagery: The ground hums. A totem carves sky from earth. From behind it, a presence—Hanim—slips forward. Her movements are ancient signals, her rhythm pulled by a drum only the soul can hear. Each gesture conjures fragments, memories caught in light. Then vanishing! She returns to shadow, as if summoned back by something older than time.

She Emerges

Composed on a Pocket Operator Speak, this short electronic track loops the unresolvable — a sentence, a sound, a sensation. > It doesn’t offer closure. It doesn’t soothe. It holds. > The cure isn’t elsewhere. It’s in the wound. In the glitch. In the signal, breaking apart and coming home.

The Cure for the Pain Is in the Pain

Just a slow acid-flavored techno drift — all smiles, no pressure. I’ve been playing with more devices separately thanks to the new audio interface (finally!). Recorded live in a spontaneous haze, then mixed in Ableton with a touch of afterthought.
It’s got wobble, it’s got fuzz, it’s got glow. Enjoy the glide.

Arigatou Gozaimasu 🙏

Acid-Soaked Slow-Tempo Bliss with a Cheeky Edge

A mirror of its former light, slowed and reimagined. This version of Passed Light drifts through inverted spaces—where warmth becomes shadow, and echoes stretch longer than meaning. Each beat is a bridge between the shimmer that once was and the silence that remains. Descend into a downtempo dream where light isn’t gone—it’s just somewhere else.

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Passed Dark (Zankyo Side)

The Horse Walks Backwards on a Violet Cloud is the original mix:

🖋️ Lyrics: 
I listen like a child to night, But the shadows know my name. Fatigue pours gently through the vents, Wrapping me in soft, invisible blame.
The horse walks backwards on a violet cloud. My eyes face the dream it left. She whispers through distant time zones now... And I keep still, in theft.
The table breathes beneath its gift, Unknown hands tie memory in bows. My name was said, half-broken, By a mirror that never knows.
The old man’s beard touches the past. I'm seated wrong, I'm waking slow. She trains in orchards long forgotten. I’m just the ache I never show. Light moves backwards, Through our unfinished sky.
I wrote none of this — But it’s mine, It’s mine.

🎧 For alternate versions — instrumental and the Arctic Mood edit — explore the full release on Bandcamp

Full Album on Bandcamp

The Horse Walks Backwards on a Violet Cloud

🧊 Arctic drifts through a glacial soundscape — a slowed instrumental wrapped in atmospheric textures and mellow downtempo pulses
🎶 Best served late at night or wherever stillness finds you.

Full Album

The Horse Walks Backwards in Arctic

This instrumental track, crafted using an emulator of the legendary ARP 2600 synthesizer, delves into the unsettling notion of a world where machines gradually take over human skills, leaving our consciousness as the final remnant of what truly belongs to us.
In this sonic landscape—where analog layers merge with retro-futuristic textures—humanity quietly resists through its sensitivity, memory, and inner contradictions. While artificial intelligence may learn, simulate, and optimize... it does not feel. A machine cannot dream, doubt, or fall in love. Human consciousness is born from experience, shaped by memory and rooted in the body. And this elusive nuance lies at the heart of everything.
Inspired by the visions in 1999, Brave New World, THX1138, and 2001: A Space Odyssey, the track reflects an age where fiction slips into reality. But instead of sounding an alarm, "Conscience 2600" whispers a lucid realization: within the circuitry and the algorithms, there remains something that cannot be programmed—the intimate pulse of being

Conscience 2600

2600

🎧 Artist’s Note
There are silences that soothe, and silences that tremble.
This piece lives in the space between — where the body is still, but the soul remembers.
Composed in the wake of urgency, of care, of emotional weight, it is the echo of a moment when everything was done, yet nothing felt resolved.
Close your eyes. Let the shiver speak.

Stillness 🙏🏻

A Stillness That Shivers

Soft Departure is a piece born from the need to preserve the inner fire in an environment where relational and professional dynamics tend to wear it down. It explores the gesture of quiet withdrawal, not dramatic, not reactive, simply the choice to stop investing where energy no longer flows. Built around a warm, enveloping bass played on my Crave, the track acts as a guiding thread through a soundscape that can be unstable at times. It evokes the act of staying present without being pulled in. A form of inner persistence in a noisy world. This is a work of conscious disengagement, a way of saying: “I’m still here, but I’m no longer playing the game.”  Soft Departure is also a tribute to those who choose to leave without noise, to step away without war, and to keep alive what doesn’t need to shout.

Soft Departure

Video: https://youtu.be/G8Ngh-gRgO8
A brief intermission from the present—this is a restored moment from six years ago, when I first touched the Pocket Operators and felt something shift. The PO-35 Speak and PO-14 Sub opened a new line of creation for me, and this short jam was one of the first sparks.
Now remastered in 4K with a new sound mix, it returns not as a statement, but as a breath between movements. A reminder of where things began, and how playfulness still finds its way into the process.
Not a full release. Not a throwback. Just a small interlude between deeper lines.
Peace, Mark

Intermission: PO Speak/Sub (2019)

Soft Glitch Version. This version stumbles where the original tried to glide. It’s slower, more fragile, a gentleman’s walk through emotional static. The track explores the tension between presence and detachment, between the desire to act without judgment and the reality of constant failure.
Glitches become gestures. Loops become longing.
It’s not about escaping emotion. it’s about making space beside it, even when that space flickers.
A soft departure, still — but now with broken shoes and a trembling compass.

Soft Glitch

Ordre Implicite. A sonic EDM meditation on invisible fields and fertile voids.

lyrics: 
Ordre implicite
Champ invisible 
Onde de pensée 
Saut intérieur
Aucune cause 
Juste le sens 
Vide fertile 
Chambre fluide
Je suis l’onde 
Je suis le fond

Ordre Implicite

They do what they want simply because they can.   
I do what I can, because I am here.

They no longer feel the hypocritical need to justify their actions.   
I do not justify. I bear witness.

They speak loudly. They reverse the facts.   
I speak softly. But I do not lie.

Totalitarian culture does not force. It erases.   
I do not shout. But I trace. Even if it’s fragile.

The algorithm holds captive, but does not elevate thought.   
I watch over the moment. And I breathe in the present.

Meta thrives on noise. Amazon on speed.   
I watch over the link. And I breathe in the slow.

Exxon and Lockheed thrive on destruction.   
I do not thrive. I breathe. And I watch.

Violence is a drug. It excites, it justifies.   
I am not excited. I am here. Sober. Present.

Diplomacy is possible, but refused.   
I do not refuse. I extend my hand. Even if it trembles.

The world approaches universal death in a frightening way.   
I am not the universe. But I am alive. And I remember.

Russell and Einstein wanted to remember their humanity, and forget the rest. I am what is forgotten. And I remember.

released October 19, 2025
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The Algorithm of Impudence

A remix of The Algorithm of Impudence. No words this time. Glitch, distortion, collapse. It’s the sound of a system rotting from the inside. I didn’t make this to fix anything. I made it because I’m tired. Tired of pretending it’s fine. Tired of the noise. My mind’s worn out, and now my body’s sick too. This track is what leaks out when you stop holding it together.

The Decomposition of The Impudence

This is a remix of an old song (2013) A haunting reawakening of a lullaby once whispered in the quiet between nightlights and dreams. The primal ache for light in the dark, a sonic meditation on childhood’s fragile rituals and the ancestral pulse of fear that flickers when the sun retreats. Why does the dark feel so big?

Kids Sleep in The Light

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

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Amaz 30

An ambient electronic piece shaped by intensity, space, and subtle glitches. It reflects on those moments when overwhelming energy disrupts our environment—like a storm cutting the power and forcing us offline. In that enforced solitude, stripped of noise and connection, we discover something essential: the chance to return to ourselves. This track invites listeners to embrace the pause, to recognize the beauty in disconnection, and to appreciate the silence as a vital part of resilience.

The Storm Put You Offline

Two Anima To Respect is an electro‑ambient piece in F minor, shaped by a nostalgic undertone. Pulsing textures and restrained rhythms carry both longing and rigidity, while shimmering layers evoke desire and memory. The mood is contemplative yet tense, echoing the dialogue of two inner anima, one inviting, one resisting, woven into sound.  

Anima is Jung’s term for the inner feminine aspect of a man’s psyche — a symbol of emotion, intuition, and soul connection.

Two Anima To Respect

“Crashing Into Calm” is about the journey from tension to release, showing how true serenity comes not by control but by accepting what unfolds. It embodies the idea that calm arises when we stop resisting and let things be.

released December 7, 2025
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Crashing Into Calm

Room 306 evokes an inner space marked by thresholds and limits. A red carpet signals restraint at the entrance. A lock without a keyhole opens only at chosen moments, reminding that control is impossible, only recognition matters. Inside, shifting objects reveal their meaning through listening. Immense windows open to a horizon bounded by clouds, teaching acceptance of limitation and observation without expectation.


🎶 Room 3‑0‑6 - Lyrics

A red carpet before the entrance. 
I must not walk upon it.
I must not walk upon it.

The keyholeless lock. 
It opens only at precise moments. 
I control nothing. 
I control nothing. 
I control nothing. 
I recognize the invitation.

Inside, the objects change. 
Never the same. 
I weave connections through listening. 
Listening reveals their use.

The windows are immense. 
The clouds limit the horizon. 
I accept the limitation. 
I observe without expectation.

I observe without expectation.


Release date:  December 17, 2025

Room 306

Room 3-0-6

The Commerce of Attention est ma dernière pièce officielle de 2025.
Une année marquée par beaucoup d’incertitude et de tensions à travers le monde.
Je ne porte aucun jugement ici.
Cette pièce est simplement une réalisation : un rappel que chacun de nous doit affronter ses propres démons, laisser de l’espace aux autres, et éviter d’être emporté par cette marée rouge de désillusion qui cherche à capter notre attention.
Je souhaite à tous le calme, la paix, et la clarté.
Merci à celles et ceux qui partagent leur musique : elle me stimule, m’inspire et nourrit chacune de mes créations.

The Commerce of Attention is my final official release for 2025.
A year marked by uncertainty and conflict across the world.
This piece carries no judgment.
It is simply a realization, an invitation for each of us to face our own demons, to leave space for others, and to avoid being swept away by the red tide of illusion that constantly seeks to capture our attention.
I wish everyone calm, clarity, and peace.
Thank you to all who share their music. Your work inspires me and nourishes every piece I create.

Lyrics: The Commerce of Attention

We are not wild beasts, but beings whose ego can bless immense destructions to soothe a thunderous inner void. And yet, our innocence in recognizing ourselves in the other, in reaching out to those close to us, raises us into an ambiguous greatness, capable of engendering both good and evil, where every act carries the weight of judgment.
This evil, lurking in the shadows, often unconscious, must be faced, absorbed, in a quest for individuation, a lifelong battle for some, an intimate recognition of their own night.
But many ignore this duality, and let themselves be seduced by twisted spirits, those figures who flaunt themselves, dominating media attraction under subtle masks, trafficking manipulated ideas in service of an insatiable ego.
Goodness, however, remains within the human, but reveals itself in simple gestures, in daily silences. It does not feed the addiction of screens, does not captivate algorithms. And it is there that the great networks unveil their futility: they expose our desires bare, for endless consumption, in a Machiavellian dance where attention becomes merchandise.

released December 23, 2025
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The Commerce of Attention

This mix brings together three pieces  La main, Room 3‑0‑6, and She Emerge.
Each born from a dream.  They explore different textures of the unconscious

The Dream Sequence

Independent electronic ambient artist, crafting immersive soundscapes that blend atmosphere with deep exploration of texture and tone. My compositions are shaped by the active imagination described by C. G. Jung and the vivid landscapes of my dreams, translating emotions into evolving auditory experiences.
Influenced by ambient minimalism and deep bass tweaking with VCF filters, my music layers rich harmonics, resonant frequencies, and fluid transitions to create enveloping and transportive journeys.

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Record Label: Shadow Glass Recordings 
No promoters I handle all my own production.

Mark Mori

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