Imaginary Friends
Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
Strings in progress
Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.
Simultaneously
Different universes.
Are you the observer or the observed?
Dystopia
You have to download it directly into your soul, in case the web Matrix will be corrupted.
My new and old remastered tracks:
Disembodied
That’s what happens when I’m disembodied (seconf half of this track).
Time
Dust of time or: Time is dust.
