A wonderfully, gorgeous, beautiful and energetic whirl of a cacophonous, chaotic beginning. The thoughts of the gods encapsulated and projected into the next stage of evolution. Вне времени и пространства places the listener firmly in the place betwixt the wave and the particle, as the generation gets on with it. Already, still only a flicker of time, in this expanse of an incomprehensible void, Обманутые воспоминания, already gives a sense of perspective and the social construction of the previous golden age takes seed. Микрокосм forms a focal point for surviving this rush of existence. Nicely measured. Wherein does the secret to life lie, or are we without it now?
Безжизненное конфетти из улыбающихся лиц, presents this listener with a fair conundrum, one that strikes an astral bell ringing and a flicker of light dawning from the memories of the fontanelle. So, this track in a sense captures a feeling of what life will be like on the surface. Superficiality in those various things that mark our perceived place in the ultimate and inescapable delusion of the world. Lifeless, lacking the innate vibrancy of the first thought. Displaced faces, communicatively challenged and a cover for conscience. Finally, the finality of the last place a lot of people want to avoid, some dream desirously for... Just two more things to ponder for an eternity, in the blink of an all-seeing eye. It will never be want you want, that's the point, and how do you know you are not already there? Хорошее путешествие!