LOG16052019: Fragments

A conscious effort to leave the machines turned off has been giving 
me a lot of time to think.
A couple of days ago it was a fantastic summer day here. Clear blue
skies. Hot, but not too oppressive. A very gentle breeze blowing.
I opened the windows and just lie down with my eyes closed.
"Solo Andata" [1] on the background. Organic ambient, similar in a
way to Alio Die [2].
All of this just... I'll miss this.
When everything puts you in a almost suspended state, the sounds, the
breeze, the sunlight through the tree branches.
You can feel your heart rate slowing down and your thoughts becoming
nothing. Just a series of flashbacks and memories surfacing
incoherently.
Looking back it's just a series of patches, fragments, people and 
personas. 
Trying to make sense of it all ends up being futile. We don't 
perceive time linearly, but was it really supposed to be like this?


16/06/2019


Links on the WWW:

[1] https://12kmusic.bandcamp.com/album/live-in-melbourne
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alio_Die