Wildly freeing in the MECHANISM of time, imagination presents all sorts of swirls and blunders while caved in and trapped by the nature of ground. Pushing forward is used through echoes bouncing back to frightened and quivering ears. As there is no way out, being placed back into the womb — only this time within the Earth — a calculated coldness devours your mental stability and anguish sets in as pitch as the lack of color. The only direction is down. There MAY be no way out. Accept the hand of MARRECK. Pull your imagination out of that self and into the sounds.
Teetering on the brink of madness, stumbling seems way less violent when the lights have been squelched. Tumbling rocks point a way out. Echoes flood all sensibilities. The way the hair on your arm blows with an entombed wind is the only glimmer of hope. “I gotta get out of this,” you pray to MARRECK, but faith is merely seeing how far you can extend internalized trust. Willfully using the MECHANISM as guidance, the deeper you hear, the further you’ll arrive to reality: pure white-noised doom.
Telsa Tapes snagged MARRECK’s MECHANISM in fear of entrapment, then shared it with the world. Will you find your way out?
• Telsa Tapes: http://teslatapes.bandcamp.com
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