Genesis
Foxtrot

Imagine finding yourself alone, in a remote place that no one knows, where no one ever goes. You are only accompanied by the wind that blows against your skin, the sound of the trees, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. You stand there, still, motionless, thinking, enjoying the tranquility of that place and especially hoping that this moment will last as long as possible. I sought a place as isolated as possible, far from everyone, far from the world. I didn't want anyone around, I didn't want to hear noises or, least of all, human voices. I wanted to experience a unique moment with myself.

So I started listening to an album, precisely ''Foxtrot'', the fox dance. The atmosphere that had formed around me was perfect, and I could never have imagined what would happen to me shortly, in a few moments. Silence reigned supreme in that place, only occasionally interrupted by the sound of trees swayed by the wind. I lay down and started listening to this record. Or rather, I suddenly delved into a time far away but very fascinating.

As soon as the record started, I saw behind me men on horseback with dogs chasing a fox. At first, I thought I was dreaming until I saw a dog pass by me and brush against me, and I felt the contact. At that point, I really began to worry. My ears continued to listen to the first track of the album ‘Watcher Of The Skies’, but my mind was elsewhere, as I was in a very strange situation. The men on horseback continued to chase the fleeing fox, and since they were shooting, I started running too. I ventured into a forest with very dense trees and hid behind a bush, hoping it would all end. ‘Time Table’ suddenly brought some calm to my head, but then I was forced to flee again because they had discovered me. After the second track, I thought it was a bit too much and decided to stop listening to the record. As soon as I decided not to listen to it anymore, I found myself where I was before, lying under a tree. And there was no trace of horses, dogs, or fleeing foxes. I went home somewhat bewildered and thought it had all been a product of my imagination.

A few days later, I decided to return to that place, and as usual, there was no one, and silence reigned supreme. With a bit of fear, I started listening to the third track of the album ‘Get'em Out By Friday’, and again in the distance, I saw the fox running away, this time toward a castle visible in the distance. At this point, I set fear aside and went toward the castle myself. I arrived there secretly, walking through the bushes. At a certain point, the fox entered the castle, and the men on horseback no longer pursued it. I began exploring that fantastic world, with beautiful landscapes and populated by very strange animals that I had never seen. In the background, I could hear ‘Can-Utility And The Coastliners’ which perfectly matched the sensations I was experiencing at that moment. I began looking towards the castle, and I saw the fox on a balcony. I spent the night near the castle under a tree, listening all night to ‘Horizons’, which was perfect for that situation.

I fell asleep under a tree, and it was a magnificent night. I looked at the sky, and there were so many stars, I had never seen so many. The next morning, I remember having difficulty understanding where I was, but then I saw the castle and started to remember everything. On the balcony, the fox was not there, but I heard voices in the distance. I started to listen to ‘Supper's Ready’, and I started running. I was trying to figure out where those voices were coming from, and finally, on the riverbank, I found the men on horseback and the fox, which was about to enter the water. Strangely, it stood on an ice floe in the middle of the river. At first, I didn't understand what was happening, but the more the track went on, the more the fox felt safe. Then I began to understand that I was also part of that story, of that adventure. Now the dogs weren't even trying to catch the fox. She was calmly on the ice and began to dance very gently and gracefully. So it was me who had saved her.

The track ended, and I was by the river, but there was no trace of the fox or the men on horseback, only the river and absolute tranquility. At that point, I turned and walked away, but at a certain point, I saw the fox in the river on the ice chunk, dancing gracefully and happily; the men on horseback and the dogs could never reach her.