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Artificial Life - video link
Artificial Life - sound composition, short version (duration of the original composition: 40 min)
19.05.2020 - 01:31
Feeling connected
just found out that Paradise Lost have released a new song!
I am losing it. cant. want. make. proper sentenses.only sounds.
Talking to myself. Again.
Overcoming anxiety. Self image. Frustration. No more.
Publish. this is the word.
Take nothing with you.
Should I sleep or should I write?
Thats the question.
Artificial life - intro
15.05.2020
Fragmentation. Reality. Fiction. BPM.
Looping in the same circle. Circulating.
Between existences. Between lives. Between identities.
Who am I?
Under the soundcloud.
Virtual skies of RGB layers.
The wind of change.
The wind of exchange.
Margins. Pixels. Padding 0.
Drop the connection.
To self.
To myself.
Bought a skateboard.
Wanna fly.
Away.
Outside. Inside.
Don´t need a helmet.
Today. Is the day.
Present.
Reality?
Really?
Since when?
I am.
An illusion.
Frustration.
Sincerely yours.
Return. File. Taxes.
Percentage.
Calculations.
Why?
LOOP
Playing.
Loop.
Sounds.
Isolation.
Responding.
Messaging.
Calling.
Collaboration.
Images.
Slap.
Slack.
Proteins.
Minerals.
Reverb.
Subvert.
Systems.
Algorithms.
Rhythms.
Blast.
Fast.
Zink.
Magnesium.
Silica.
Quartz.
Definition.
Highlight.
Solitude.
Osmosis.
Conscious.
Unconscious.
Cautious.
Paranoid.
Systematic.
Allopathic.
Dreamer.
...
11.05.2020
TEST
Testing my skills. My fonts. My patience.
Practice self acceptance.
In reverse.
Determination.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Weather forcast: 10°C, 40% rain
Lucky me.
I have always wanted to live on this planet.
Goal for today: it is actually for tomorrow. wake up: @ 5:55 AM
10.05.2020
FROM MY LED GARDEN
Seriously Fresh #FF0000
30.04.2020
1H + K
Or purification of the sensuous apparatus
I have pressed the pause button. My life is on hold. I do not have a box. Not anymore.
30.06. Save the date.
the pause button is on for now. I got a message.
Hi, how are you?
How are you doing?
For more than a month I´ve been away from social media, haven´t met people, just few. Random and not so. I don´t miss it. I decided to move away from all distractions and clean my system. I terribly needed a reboot.
Just draw a tarot card - the Hierophant! Surprice!
I have been thinking lately about life, social life, unsocial life, patterns, algorithms, numbers, dependence, love, plants...existence? meaning.
It feels I am floating, in between all of them.
I spend day and night on reverb mode, with a bit of delay. 24/7 workflow. recording.everything.
a shot of dopamine...I need to use this time! This particular time, to enjoy every second!
I don't want to miss anything. It is all happening now, right now. I can feel it with all my body. A voice on a loop - now.now.now.now.now
Metal constructions, car shops, smell of paint, the sounds of guitar riffs from the next door, the asphalt covered roof. Adrenaline rushes over my body...not knowing...what to expect...what is coming...will I exist, do I exist? Is it real? I remember somebody asking me if I was Russian.
Remembered my life in Bulgaria...almost 20 years ago.
Concrete boxes.Cubes. Minimalism or social realism. Let´s bet! Gray. Never been my favourite colour.
Since I was a child I have liked going to abandoned places. I remember in the middle of the forest near the building I used to live there were remnants of an old house. I remember every bit of it...I used to go there on rainy Autumn days, in the mornings, before school. I remember the stairs, which led to nothing. I used to climb them, looking at the ruins, imagining what kind of a house it was time ago. Plants have covered it all. It looked as it was made out of plants.
What was I doing there so often? Why most of my memories are from rainy Autumn days?
Today.
I decided to live for the moment, day by day, hour by hour.
No more plans. Just plants.
Four walls.
Is this all about?
Life, spent in isolation. No clue. From point A to point B.
Owning walls.
Moving from a box to another, confined within. Boxes full of boxes. Humans. Yes, of course! I remember that term. I was not fond of biology in high school. I remember a class...dissecting a frog. Someone thought that was smart, very smart. What is inside the box?
Achieving. Of course! Dreams.Yes! Certificates. Please! Names. Go ahead!
Titles. Oh, yes!!!
I am plugging my brand new synthesiser. NOW! Finally! I am an owner of a synthesiser! Its name is MicroFreak! We share a lot in common. I am sure it has something to do with the polyphony and the fact that it is digital with analogue filters. Life in disguise.
Makes a lot of sense. A sense of importance.
Gain. Reverb. Gate.
I want to breathe.
Luckily I have a forest. I do not own it like MicroFreak, but it is also mine. Feels like this.
Every time I go there I hear the wind and the trees speaking to me. Very subtle noises.
I have few favourite stones. Favourite rocks. Favourite trees. Favourite moss. And few favourite paths. Leading ultimately to the same place...a loop.
Should I move to the forest?
This is the question I have been thinking lately.
Should I take a risk? And leave everything?
I have nothing. To lose.
Losing myself within myself. I am already lost, anyway.
Will I be cold? Will I make it on a rainy Autumn day.
Where should I plug my MicroFreak?
Will I stop existing if I am offline? If I am hardware, runned by software and there is no electricity?
Will anybody remember? Hard or soft.
Covered in brown Autumn leaves, falling slowly on a rainy Autumn day.
You stop existing. Nobody remembers anymore.
My pictures are still there.
Somewhere under the leaves.
I was. Once upon a time.