Sigur Rós
Valtari

The impossibility of finding oneself again.

More than the fear of getting lost, the concern is not being able to find the way back once the traces of the path taken have been lost. It is possible to find a place to stop and admire the vastness of what surrounds us without knowing its actual name. It can happen sitting in the middle of a remote clearing believing you are immersed in the sea or in an office whose windows face the infinite nothing, the maze of streets that devour electricity, blood, lights, and moments. With earphones embedded in your ears, unable to remove them once and for all, or at least for now, THAT moment. Search for perdition and not the will to return home. "Valtari."

In the nothingness of thoughts between one crevice and another of your soul, between a pain receptor and a synapse, bitterness takes root which emanates an insubstantial breeze. Indelicate and useless to divide is a moment made of 54 moments longer than a handful of seconds and of ripples in a meaningless ocean and at the same time filled with everything that wanders in the mind shattered by the non-sound, gently caressing the lighter layers of the torment of finding oneself again. Essence of post-something, calm delirium and weeping, voices that, once and for all, lose their sexual definition, forget their features in the liquid electronic drive of motionlessness, carved on particular occasions by steps of dirty granite, the time to climb three and the vastness reappears to an already paralyzed hearing, distant noises of machines turning on after centuries of immobility, ticking like clocks ready to cease activity forever, each step a heavier weight to control, chimes among vapor effluvia and stabs to the heart, exhaling one last breath in controlled confusion to finally enter the sun rays filtered through the dirty windows of home, a home you might not know so well where to caress your hair you find only the notes of a piano that multiplies along the way leaving you alone with your insecurities and with that impossibility of finding yourself again that has gripped you until now.

And I write on the wall:

(Valtari)