Along with something else entirely, something more pernicious than boredom, a deeper ennui that grew with each moment spent peering into the past of others, reminding him his soul was withering away.
When all the time in the world was no longer a distraction, he found himself alone, touching others through tinted crystal only, felt pointless, like he'd done all there was to do and could do no more; because all the time in the world had never been really his, just been made available to him, to look at and marvel and to seethe with jealousy at those who could experience birth, and new love after heartbreak, and growing old, and a peaceful death.
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Yog-Sothoth. The thought of something lurking beyond time and space, seeing and knowing everything and all in existence at any given time, is deeply unsettling and yet fascinating. This outermost, outerworldly feeling is being transported in a good way. Part 1 is good, but Part 2 indeed sounds like I would imagine The Lurker at the Threshold to feel, if he felt anything. An outerworldly, cosmic and desolate piece of dark ambient. David Fischer
Hindustani music and glitchy ambient co-mingle on the San Francisco-based, New Delhi-raised composer’s lush new album. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 4, 2019