#18 Feat. Staff Picks in Electronica

This morning, while waking up and questioning all including us, we thought about writing. Writing a letter. To you, us, the universe. Just to start writing again, addressed to the loved ones, physical, spiritual, visionary. A highway slides forward, out there, where the Swiss Alps erupt. Soon we dive into the world of chancers, the realm of opportunities. Are you an opportunity? Are we? Affection isnt we believe. It just erupts without a target. Why do we need to talk so much? We look out at the concrete landscape, trading itself for nature. Your strong mind on our side. Tiny huge we are. Not sure if all can be again. Letting it go, repeating, eating. You long for physics, we aim for spirits, lets meet the mystics. We feel close to you, you feel close to you, the world is close to us, yet there is distance in the attic, that needs matter for suspicion.

ML