<a title="Request license for this Track." href="https://www.tracksandfields.com/track/request_license?track_name=Talking+in+Our+Sleep&amp;user_name=Sleepthink&amp;from_sc=1">Request license for this Track.</a>I wonder if nostalgia becomes more potent as I get older. I've read enough about memory to know that the more memories we have to fit into our brain, the more they lose accuracy - is it a dysfunction to remember certain things more fondly? How am I supposed to tell the difference? I have always tried to counter the idea of 'the grass is greener', and to face my present situation with as much positivity as I can. But what if that part of my brain is right? Maybe things were better before, or could be better if I worked to recapture something I now so desperately miss... Maybe those moments are truly unobtainable now and all I can do is enjoy the feeling of remembering what once brought me joy.

Talking in Our Sleep

Cryptogram

Quarksate Doomingum

A subtle atmospheric soundtrack piece.

It's got this peaceful vibe but also a note of anxious urgency underneath. We can perceive 10 million shades of green because we are predators. I wanted to present a more complex pastoral picture, nature as it truly is - an endless recycling of the suns energy. That, I believe, is the true interpretation of the celtic concept of reincarnation. The beauty is the efficiency and strangeness of the system, not some imagined rural ideal. That is my understanding of the divine.

Deg miliwn o arlliwiau o wyrdd ("10 Million Shades Of Green")

When you're in the mood to wing it & swing it...
This jazzy beat gets those hips moving & arms flinging fancy! >>

Swing Jazzy

I am trying to get rid of the works that I could not complete. Because they are gnawing at my productivity.

I Cant Focus (Unending)

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Ancestral Healing #7

Piano Trip

skyline

the story of the photo and the song
 Muratağa is a small village in the middle of Cyprus, its old name was Maratha, it gave its name to this work because there was a massacre in this village in 1974. Only children, women and the elderly were killed in this massacre.

The man seen in this photo is my father and his dog Sarman, the date is August 14, 1974, when my father came to the village there was no one in the village and the houses were in a shambles, Sarman wanted to take my father to the place where the massacre pit was and my father followed the dog and faced the worst moment of his life, his mother from the pit , her grandmother and 6 siblings were also removed.

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