Novi_sad

O yes… is this you? It has been a long time i didn’t listen to your tongue’s streaming path layering upon my broken mirror… How are you doing? Did you draw those cursors or you are still not facing the sun?

Your sunglasses are like denying the reality itself. And you/yes you don’t look at me… yes you, you did never ripped off your ears by the spellbinding frequencies of the cicadas.

And stockmarkets are still running up and down. And dark is always necessary to adjust your eyesight and your mode of vision.

So please turn off the lights and rub the throat of this rude visuality. I really need some more chest wall vibration from these speakers begging out there. Deep inside the labyrinth of the inner ear in a spiral tube called cochlea there are thousands of microscopic hair cells functioning as sensory receptors. When sound enters the ear, they begin to vibrate in the watery liquid surrounding them like underwater piano strings. The strings obliterate all the human lies.

And the lies obliterate the human existence. Music is a sentimental discourse on the fragility of the human condition. The ideal gift for my birthday would be your broken sunglasses. The biotic symphony in an ecosystem is the cornerstone against the human lies.

So, how are you doing? It has been a long time i didn’t…