A Wild Blue Yonder
Notes written from the innermost. There are rare moments when, during a search for an anchor to re-place the existential axis of your presence, you suddenly finish watching yourself observing the world. In that moment, a distance becomes perceptible — between the center stage and its reflection inside you. The reactive surge dissolves. You begin to accept how limited your perception of what is, embracing the boiling atmosphere that surrounds the outer layer of the dream. But distance is identification-dependent. It bursts into the nonsense your bluest obstacles are, pulling you down toward the bottom of a denser, confusing dream — although not quite a nightmare. Extend your arm.Remember opportunity.Focus on your breath. Contemplate. Accept, but don’t resign.Lock the constant hidden in the innermost circle, beneath the high-tide wall. I couldn’t find peace, but I found impermanence.Eyes wide shut. Eyes wide open.Let me be unsafe — and sing with me.
Resolution
Here we go again —prisoners of time, locked inside the tick of the clock, slowly accepting our resemblance to our noble tools of precision: gears turning carefully, mechanically, making the world spin while our minds sprint. Here I go again —my carriage aligning with the last stretch of our planet’s rotation, my horses agreeing on where to point and how to keep direction.What a ride this year has been. I began this cycle incubating ideas that finally broke their shell around the third month of 2025. Sometimes things align for reasons we don’t fully understand, and this year has felt like that to me. Not an easy ride, but a rite of alignment — learning through clearer goals, self-observation, and communication. You’ve been a key part of this process, and I’m deeply grateful for it.For your generosity and presence.For sharing your vision and impressions.Thank you. Now it feels time to resolve the dominant we had set — to let the tension soften, to dilute the tritone into a new progression shaped by intention. I hope you’ll stay for a while longer in the next cycle, so we can keep sharing this strange and beautiful thing we call music — something that lives both inside and outside the wheels of time, even when the ticking of the clock leads us astray. Wishing you a gentle end to the year,and a new one filled with possibility.