A wordless thing, a thingless word.

We had plans, the same old ones, We changed our world, but the beer was over.

That'll be $900

Sun Harmonics

Bleeps, Bloops and some woosh woosh sounds.

The more we change, everything stays the same (of morning runs in the mountains)

Darling

Morning in Teja's farm with plants bigger than me.

We are of the earth, to her we do return. The future is inside us, it's not somewhere else.

Almost a week since I went Awol. The need for a certain escapism from people led me here. Here I am at the periphery of civilization and I am appalled. Sometimes When I go waltzing in the nearby woods and come across lays and snicker wrappers, it hurts me. I wonder did I do something wrong when I introduced many city folks to these valleys? We are so detached from the ecosystem of the nature, that we don't care about her comforts. We go about yelling, shouting and littering. It just how it is. I read something on a rock today, where someone had scribbled- "technology owes ecology an apology." Sadly friends, I agree.

Rohan in his pretty floral shirt before getting on stage with Tajdar Junaid. It's hard to tell where the guitar solos end and his keyboard solo begin. 🤔 (at New Delhi, India)

Sister 3/3 I like how when people enter this space they leave their egos outside. There this almost higher form of energy, it's almost transient you know? #reproduceartists #reproducelisteningroom

Sister 2/3 My introduction to Listening Room was few months back and it was taking place down the road. With no expectations, I walked in and Sister was playing. Beating away a floor tom- it's mic running through a chain of delays and distortions. I was taken aback, I was initially scandalized. But I was amazed how wonderfully he manipulated distortion. In his own bare, alchemic way.

Sister 1/3 #reproduceartists #reproducelisteningroom

D 80

Ikagar's look of innocence when he greets us at death. Like expected it's just loud, bright and full of bleeps and bloops.