Completeness is a crazy but understandable ambition. Perfection, regarded as the illusion of omnipotence,  is undoubtedly incomprehensible (ridiculous). Everything else is fragmentation, instantaneousness and wind blowing over billion of lives, mixing together sequence of moments to give a coherent image to existence.
After understanding the equation, any action gain importance accepting its impermanence and deciduousness. This is the only way to come through a limit, that is limited because of its very own nature, and so the art can begin again to dig deep inside and beyond appearance.
Above the tree’s music is a piece of evidence that these things still happen, that the most abstract instrument nature has given us, the sound, can be useful in the construction of backgrounds, perfect correspondingly to their imperfection.
In this place there aren’t exhausting searches for cool sounds, formal balance, symmetrical and graceful harmonies,  but rusted metal pieces crawling over snippets of glass and sand, motors on the blink lamenting signs of old-age and  slurring songs choked on cough.
Nevertheless, not even a little piece of these sound splinters seems to have been built on such basis: songs (surely not a suitable term in this case) need to be listened repeatedly, because their overall language (you can believe it or not) is a magic and powerful emotional catalyst able to lead your senses to bizarre dimensions.
Don’t try to find similarity at any cost, there aren’t, instead let yourself be carried away inside this microcosm of contemporary music and pay attention to all details. Nothing is ultimate, only deadly snippets of dazzle light.

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