The city had a peculiar smell in the early morning. He noticed it while walking through the unfamiliar streets, beneath a sky that seemed to belong to another age. Before sunrise, the heavens remained almost black, streaked with strange colors that spread across the horizon like the atmosphere of some prehistoric world. (more…)

Autumn arrived quietly, carrying the familiar promise of another passing year. Nothing suggested that the foundations were about to move. (more…)

The night was slowly giving way to morning as the old road wound through the mountains. Beyond the rugged hills, an enormous solitary rock emerged from the pale January light, standing motionless against a sky that seemed to promise something new. (more…)

There wasn’t much left to work with. His freedom had been restricted, his pockets were empty and whatever plans he had made for the future seemed to have collapsed along with everything else. But the desire to make music had survived. (more…)

He had been running from a life he could no longer bear.

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The road wound through the mountains under a cloudless night sky. An old highway carried a bus through the darkness, climbing with little sign of civilization. Above the distant ridges, a full moon illuminated the rugged landscape, casting its pale light across the deserted hills. (more…)

There were places where the future seemed to have been decided long before anyone was born. Sons followed their fathers, familiar streets led to familiar lives and the passing years brought little more than a change of faces. The world beyond the mountains was still there, but few spoke of it. Most had learned to keep their ambitions within the boundaries of what they knew. (more…)

The desert had a peculiar way of making the world feel both immense and unbearably small. Beyond the distant mountains lay places he had never seen, lives he had never imagined and possibilities that seemed to exist only beneath the stars. (more…)

There is no sound with as much capability to take you on a journey beyond our mortal coil and transport you to another dimension as the delay.

The shimmering, shuddering and gentle repetition is an echo of your inner-most thoughts, opening the door to an unspoken telepathy, a symbiotic experience between you and the music. It’s a conduit for emotion like no other effect, with the power to switch from a thumping, instantaneous elaboration to an ethereal soundscape which lulls you into profound contemplation.

The sound is colored, the original form morphed, reshaped and shifted into something that strikes right into the core of the listener’s being. (more…)

We are living a dichotomy. Youthful wonder, distant dreams and high hopes are locked in an eternal battle with the forces of self-imposed torture, society’s expectations, the ever-pounding hand of time and the looming reality of death. Our dreams are forged in the fires of our childhood, stoked by the vibrant and vivid world we experience with fresh eyes. (more…)

It was late 1993. The constellation of Libra rose through the night sky like the burning morning sun as his dream lay just out of focus. Death is the only thing that can stop me, he thought, looking ahead to the future – a college degree weighing him down as he takes sure steps towards something else. He was so young, so naive, so stupid.
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