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In a time when the present feels punctured, we find ourselves zooming into the past or the future to find solace and sunshine.

A playlist to pick up a new pace for 2024!

Entropy

– a scientific concept, as well as a measurable physical property, that is most commonly associated with a state of disorder, randomness, or uncertainty.

Imagine an exotic, large, paradise bird from the Tamberine Rainforest has been unjustly held captive by a selfish rich man in the private zoo he set up to entertain his many children.

And this giant multi-colored feathered creature finds an open crack in the window one day, and manages to orchestrate a great escape…

The bird is now cruising the crow filled murky grey skies of a frenetic megalopolis free!

Searching for a route across oceans—taking in all the alien sites and sounds—as he begins his solo adventure back to the green symphony that he once called home.

We want to bring back pleasure
to our once blissfully-pink skies;
through explosions of Ethio jazz,
Electronica, Indo-disco,
and Sufi tracks.

Lava Pink Skies,
Pitch Black sparrows,
Midnight blue sands
Rove through my mind.
Dive in.

Swim. Dodge. Swim. Dodge. Freeze. Race. Dodge. Swim. Race. Duck. Hold your breath. Swim.

Survival is the name of the game these days. We have to live with double intensity; for we know nothing with certainty. And we just need to shake, shake, shake it all off. Allow our bodies to propel into a new embodied realm and give our minds a rest.

Traversing color-scapes, ambient trade-routes, afro-jazz. Street funk, and a touch of nostalgia.

A meteorite
A flying object from outer-space
An intervention.

Hit the earth
Erased the trampling dinosaur
Leaving but a few, on tippy-toes.

The last survivors
Evolved: shrank into birds
Small but with a tall view of the cosmos.

There’s much debate on how elephants see humans…
Some say they look at us like we do puppies
The way we look at each other on that first lick of love.
Others say, “that’s absurd!”, elephants are matriarchs—sure
But that doesn’t mean they get all mushy looking at people!
Both are in agreement; elephants display extraordinary feelings.
They even have funerals of sorts…
A lost herd member is grieved for days,
With the world’s biggest tears running down their faces.
We should be so lucky.

A touch of absurdity and magic, to pull you away from today’s sloth mentality in the constraints of daily, repetitive life.

Holed up, in the middle of the Arabian Sea. He stares into the endlessness of the night.
No signal. Like a hedgehog in winter, he scavenges within his burrow.
The ocean—she’s angry—they say.
He slinks around the lighthouse. Stuck. Like a cat. Resentfully locked in.
Rummaging through the neglected drawers and cases hoarded in the tower, he plays. Flips through dusty records, swaying alongside the gaslight in the wind.
The Lighthouse drips, floods, trembles, flickers.
The beat continues.
He smiles as the sun finally rises. Welcomes the blinding peace, he pops his head out of the window, “Proud to be alive.”
A sea of plastic; in all its ugliness washes up, encompassing the lighthouse. He dives back into his tower, bolts all the doors and windows—with his records on repeat.