I’ve been reflecting on how sound and language can move like forms -
shifting, circling, dissolving, and returning again.
Not music in the usual sense, but a movement of perception:
something arising, vanishing, and reappearing changed.
From this idea, a small series emerged -
eight pieces, each a chapter in this quiet process.
They’re introspective, sometimes dark, sometimes still -
meant more as meditations on transformation
than as conventional songs.
I’m sharing them here in the Off Topic section
because these reflections - circle, emptiness, resonance -
remind me of what Baguazhang also explores:
stillness within motion, and motion within stillness.
Chapters follows below.
I Have Left the Zoo