Tangerine Dream
Atem

What to do now?

If the floating sirocco of “Electronic Meditation” had already filled the sails of the spirit, guiding it to the shimmering gulfs of “Alpha Centauri”, if the black rock of “Zeit” had already shattered the subsequent journey of our poor catamaran, stranding it in the shallows of inhuman anguish…

What to do now?

Only one thing remains: sail towards the only necessary abyss, ourselves.

Triumphant fanfares; celebration of mellotron, percussion, and rainy synth that melt the metal of appearances, leaving us alone with the starry sky of the unconscious.

Cold constellations depicting hidden miseries, we will always be more human than we wish to be.

Future, Past, and Present.

Restless synthesizers predicting the shadows to come, black crystals reflecting the small galaxies of our past ages, slow flow of probes cast into the orbit of our daily life showing us how Narcissus can only weep staring at his reflected image.

Ascent and descent.

Artificial drifts on opaque cosmic rivers, sampled cries of majestic Martian birds, distant Plutonian beaches where the convulsive crunch of synthesized crustacean shells resounds, rings of Saturn on which we chase an empty sign for eternity.

Antinferno, strident yet orderly. Purest gems drip from the vaults of lunar caves, black holes at low modulations where the dark echo of a barely retained passion throbs. A heart strident yet orderly.

Finally, screams, cries, and grunts of space fetuses inhabiting the caverns of our thoughts, destined to be born and die a thousand times over; an eternal completion, an eternal return.

What to do, what to do now?