Voice
How long had I gone without knowing my own ?
Rush
I traveled to a small town just outside the city. Trains and buses all in a hurry. It’s just how things are… places to be, things to make, people to become…
By the time I arrived, the river didn’t seem to care much. It rushed at it’s own pace, had nowhere to be, just roared quietly under the overpass…
Anyway, I sat there and took it in for a second before reversing the whole sequence of trains and buses - got places to be y’know?
Above / Below
“Somedays, it’s like the world wants to come down over my head. Others, it’s like I can lift the earth. On the best days, I find balance somewhere in between”
“That’s just how the manic oscillations work, they’re built into the instruments. Chaos resonators are necessary for any signal processor, I just haven’t figured out how to keep them tuned yet” - Signal
DENOISE PROCEDURES
“...But you know ? Occasionally you meet another Synthesizer who, through being themselves, teaches you to remember who you are...”
“I once met one who reminded me how to execute my own denoising routines- he just happened to follow a very similar calibration procedure himself...”
STAR CALIBRATION
Did you see it ?
Were you awake ?
Did you let the light in ?
Let it remind you that it’s source is also yours.
Remember Signal, you've felt alive more than once.
Monochrome Visions
Memories I almost never made of an island a world away.
Shining idyllically. Surreal. Frozen
A place which, if I did indeed see, lent me peace for a quiet day
May we meet again in another dream