There
exists a functioning melancholy, depraved nostalgia for days that once upon a
time began and have never met their resolution; "all in" days where burning is an
essential necessity, just because it’s an option. Even back then, in the early
beginnings of that wicked state of kink when fetish was a prescription for all behavioral
anomalies, there was a craving for something more… something more free, more twisted,
much more erotic…
A
liberating thing desired in dark novels, written out there, among the streets with no name. This loose thing nested deep in the burnt circuits of the
soul, and there faced its rebirth into an opposition to all senseless things, an omen starting
a catalytic reaction aiming to seduce the entire vicinity of the psychology, a
force awakening all voices on the inside at once. Disorder of plenty, derivation
of mind contagion so profound, unable to recognize existence of borders, even
in extensive contrasts in depravity of existence.
A
free state of
being, where addiction for curiosity is the guiding rule of law. Here, there’s
no here, this is not a place, it’s who we are, it’s what we’ve been living for
all this time. Technological evolution intertwined with biological senses, imposing
new forms of cognition; binary thinking, as an interlink creating a new whole
– man machine. An electronic beat as a precursor of blood stream, information
as a reason of flow…
In
a chase for ultimate freedom of being, we live through neo occult
transformations in a world ruled by digital alchemy. Pushed to this limit, in
the Kowloon of
the heart, where things are no longer things, they’re vices… it’s cyberpunk!
Changes impact destiny with such
ferocity, leaving us speechless. Identity is reshaped into some form of multi phased
state, when the space between us fits in a blink of an eye. Now cognition is
changed, time is no longer linear, it’s not a constant anymore. Long lost
dormant senses are now awaken, uncovering new plains and miraculous
perspectives. We exist in an interesting time in which sacrifices are not
measured in quantity, or wounds in numbers. Perspectives are changing with the
speed of thought, and we live thousand years in one. Time does no longer
frighten us, we’re not afraid.
Crippled in a form of tall
highlanders, we float, elevated by mysterious forces. We’ve lost our eye sight,
since we look only with our hearts, and out there we meet an enchanting surreal
reality beyond comprehension. The horizon is getting closer to us, we’re
shifted into many places at once, living unknown times in parallel dimensions. Trying
to sleep, because we know that dreams build our future…
