Surreal reality. Real surreality. Imagination Opium. Reality Morphium.

I keep falling deep down into my abyss… I start hearing the stars of my own universe.

This story has never happened but it is real. Once upon a time, in a surreal paradigm.

I keep falling deep down into my abyss… It’s the end of meaning and the beginning of meaning.

To the North of my soul. To the South of my existence.

If there is an original sin, then music must be my primordial salvation.

At the edge of who you are, you may find the fragments of your original beginnings.

Who are you? The answer stretched my soul into the abyss and... back. I need an abyss, but not a void.