The soundtrack to a lovestory in the south of france.

Maps and metas

An album about the first generation born fully inside the machine.
Children of the Algorithm moves from analogue childhood into the soft glow of the digital age, capturing the moment the world changed without anyone noticing. Twelve glitch-folk songs explore memory offloading, infinite scroll lullabies, baby’s first prompt, and the quiet way technology becomes home before we learn what “home” means.
A warm, eerie journey from the weight of a word to the logic of the feed — human voices dissolving into signal, then returning.

The Wait

... because I really miss Jacques Brel's poetry, and GLOWsutra gratitude is how I transform existential dread into congenial melancholy, en Français 🍟🎧✨

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ps: wanna French #lyrics ? Oh oui, oui oui oui?! But(t) also maybe, non. 
Because the fact of the matter is that no one seems to care whatsoever, so errr, you know, whatever. I'd rather spare me lazy self the effort it takes to share, like errr, why even bother? Indifference begets indifference, like "Trauma Begets Trauma", like, errr, it's only fair, I confer lol... unless you wanna send me a dare? ✍️💌🏴‍☠️

[05] Jacques Brel - French GLOWsutra Psychedelic Circus Cello Chanson INDIE

“Mirrors / Tristesse” is a summer album about love, guilt, freedom and the versions of ourselves we try to outrun. Set against the heat of the Mediterranean coast, these twelve songs move through the first sparks of desire, the jealousy and mischief that follow, the quiet tragedies we don’t see until they’re already behind us, and the melancholy that becomes a permanent companion.

Built from a fusion of French chanson, chamber-folk and intimate indie storytelling, the album draws on the emotional architecture of Mirrors — self-interrogation, memory, the stories we perform — and carries it into the sun-drenched world of Bonjour Tristesse.

From the villa above the sea to the Parisian atelier, from the white suit on stage to the final acceptance of tristesse itself, these songs follow the arc of a summer that begins like a lie and ends like a lesson you never stop learning.

A coastal dream darkened by consequence — a sister album to Mirrors, and a chapter in its shadow.

The Atelier at Père Lachaise

The Castle We Built (Et les Murailles)

All of This Is Just a Game of Imagination

A dark alt-pop, glitch-folk confession from the edge of adulthood.
One voice walks through the dreams he abandoned, the risks he dodged, the loves he left behind — and the little lights that still return.
Late-night honesty, deep cello, fractured memories, and the quiet courage to finally go all-in.

THE LITTLE LIGHTS I LOST

“Tristesse” is a summer dream slowly turning into memory — a French-cinema folk album set on the coast, where heat softens everything except the truth.
These twelve songs follow a young woman through a season of desire, mischief, consequence and quiet self-recognition.

There is sunlight and sea air, the illusion of freedom, the thrill of plans made too lightly — and the stillness that comes when innocence finally cracks.
Chanson-inspired vocals, soft acoustic textures, and intimate, breath-close production carry the story from a bright villa above the water to the long, grey September that follows.

An album about youth, about the games we play without understanding their cost, and about the melancholy that returns each year like a familiar guest.

A warm coastline.
A single season.
A heart learning its limits.

THE LITTLE LIGHTS I LOST

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