To the dead: I speak in your place.

To the living: fear not, for this is but one side of the coin.

The sun has blackened and, at once, the shudder of a decaying Earth fell eerily still; I am soon to be no more than a limp carcass, swept up by the eroding forces of a furious atmosphere. What a beautiful confusion I endured from this realization: humankind has yet again proven—through ambition among other things—to accomplish the elusive.…

Do you remember the nights we spent together all those years ago by the countryside? Such hours of twilight felt endless, as we danced and sung until the concept of time blurred into the array of the midnight stars, an amalgamation of nothing but ticks on a clock—meaningless among our drunken company; instantly precedented by the first ray of light to strike the outside blossom trees. Only then would we return to reality, to the mundanity of the life we…

"Great are the stars,
and humankind is of no account to them.
But humankind is a fair spirit
whom a star conceived,
and a star kills."

An ethereality and requisition of humanistic meditation; monumental work by Jóhann Jóhannsson. Monumental.

"What happens when a new work of art is created is something that happens simultaneously to all the works of art which preceded it. The existing monuments form an ideal order among themselves, which is modified by the introduction of the…

Bells
We are forever naive until we aren't, until our hope is forcefully stripped away, mercilessly and viscously. The innocence that was the light, loud in its character, inviting and generous, now violated; contained and averse to the notion of its innate radiation. All that remains is the deceiver and the deceived; the killer of hope and the hope that is killed; the cheater and the cheated; the depriver and the deprived. All inseparable, contained within the same, desolate circle…