Earth
Phase III: Thrones and Dominions

I have nothing else on my mind, nothing to think about, apart from this succession of sounds I can barely distinguish my labored breathing from the faint beating of my heart, the heat oppresses everything, fogs the view with a nonexistent shift of air, my hair covers my face as it rises beneath my breath, lying on this couch I am becoming one with the rest of the furniture. Another ten minutes of my life have passed and the waves coming from the speakers of this now useless gadget show me the path to follow, now only shadows crowd and make space in my mind accompanied by glutinous lysergic riffs, occasionally fresh acoustic notes fly over, but it's just me imagining it. I now listen to the noise of a suffocating wind coming from the bowels of hell with its slow and inexorably long movement, am I suffering in silence or am I meditating? Do not judge this, they are just post Earth hallucinations, it is music for states of mind and mood, nothing studied, just a journey to one of the countless hells.